8. Riven High

MAEVE'S POV

I watched as my blood flowed into his mouth, I must have been possessed or something.

This wasn't part of the plan, I should have been long gone. Even though I got backtracked by being kidnapped, I should have fled immediately after he sent Gretchen scurrying away for her life.

But I couldn't for some illogical and insane reason, I couldn't leave him like this, couldn't bear to see him in pain.

So, after I help him, I'll disappear, that's the reason I kept telling myself as I watched him drink from my wrist.

I didn't dare ask why he needed to feed on blood, didn't dare question it. Knowing too much never ends well especially for a nobody like me to a Lycan of his status.

My thoughts were cut short, when I felt him grip my fingers and then his eyes snapped open. The silver that had been burning in them earlier had a ring of red around them—blood red.

He took my wrist away from his mouth and tried to stand up but he staggered and I hurried to hold him.

"Have you had enough?" I asked my voice uncertain and why the hell did I ask him that. Why was I so willing to be his blood...blood bag.

My wolf Lyra whined at the loss of contact and I was slowly losing it.

"It's fine, Valoric is bringing someone here anyways." He said gruffly determined to keep his distance, I noticed his hands fisted tight as if trying to restrain himself.

Then what he said just clicked, Valoric bringing someone. He wanted to feed from someone else?

Lyra snarled as I got angry at the fact that he didn't want me. "Was my blood not good enough for you?" I clasped my mouth not knowing when my thoughts slipped out.

He looked conflicted then he took a few steps coming close to me but not close enough.

"You tasted perfect...too good but I'm afraid I shouldn't get more than those few drops from you. I don't want to go overboard and end up hurting you."

I covered the distance between us, "You wouldn't hurt me," I realized I deeply believed the words I had just spoken. "And besides, I think I cut myself too deep, it's all going to waste. Don't you think?" I raised my wrist to the air and watched him see how the blood had flowed down to my elbow.

I see the hunger in his eyes, I'm tempting him and I know it. I know I shouldn't be playing such games with a starved bloodthirsty prince but I couldn't help it. Lyra purred in encouragement.

He then grabs my hand and my stomach fluttered with expectation. He laid his gaze on me as he licked up the flowing blood from my elbow to my wrist still keeping his eyes on me and that intensified what I was feeling, then he stopped.

"Don't stop, it's fine. I'd rather you feed on me than someone else," I spilled as a blush found its way to my cheeks but thank God the room was dim enough to hide my embarrassing outburst.

Since when have I cared, I'm acting like a territorial wolf in heat.

I could see his eyes dancing with amusement, "Alright, but only if you promise to drink from me too. Also, I should warn you that feeding from you would cause intense…emotions…"

I was confused why would he want me to drink from him but Lyra seemed to love the idea as I could feel her excitement.

"You'll see but whatever happens now isn't going to be your fault…just natural body reaction." He said taking me to the bedside and willing me to sit on the edge of the plush mattress covered in silk sheets.

He licked my wrist and I shivered and then he bit himself, and offered me tiny drops of his blood which I took willingly.

It tasted like raspberry and then the cut before me healed up slowly before my eyes.

"You were careless with the cut. Don't do that again." He said watching me.

"But how else would you get my bloo—" I tried to question him when I felt his teeth sinking a bit below my earlier cut as I gasped not in pain but with pleasure.

My eyes became glossy as everything including myself felt light, the scent from Prince Riven filled my nostrils and it was seductive. The room around us seemed to fade away until there was nothing but his touch, his scent, the feeling of his mouth on my skin.

I didn't know when my other hand found its way to his hair as I took a fistful wanting to push him deeper.

I felt heat pool beneath my core as I struggled to bring him closer.

I felt us back on the bed, the soft silk cool against my heated skin, and I had a groan of pleasure which I realized was from me. Feeling a hard rock length briefly grazing mine had elicited a response.

But it was too short, I wanted more.

I couldn't stop myself, nothing in my head was listening to reason. My hips rose up to meet his desperately and I heard him groan and I nearly flipped.

I whined, I didn't know what I was begging for but I needed it deeply.

Then I felt him finally trying to match my grind, still wasn't enough then I felt him retract his teeth.

I whined, wanting more my body crying to be satiated.

"I'm sorry but you don't truly want to do this. You'll thank me in a moment."

I heard him say but his voice sounded too far away. I could only say the word "please."

I watched something flash in his eyes as with speed he lifted me up and claimed my mouth with his, his lips demanding and desperate against mine.

Then I heard a knock echoing through the guest chamber.