Are Bed Bugs Attracted To Period Blood Novels & Stories

Life with Damon was pure bliss and I wished we could continue being happy for the rest of our lives. I stopped after a few minutes when I heard footsteps, it was low and soft, almost like a tiptoe. I wanted to pin it to Damon but the scent was different. I couldn’t place my hands on it but I was very sure it wasn’t Damon’s scent, I rinsed my body and stepped out of the bathroom quickly. I grabbed a towel and wrapped it around my body. My nose burned as I caught a metallic scent. It was blood’ It wasn’t here before and I parted my legs immediately, dipping my hand into my folds to check if it was my period that was early but my hands were clean.

“Fuck. You weren’t kidding when you said you just started dating, huh?” I get my phone from the coffee table and sit on the couch. Tony starts to walk forward, but I hold out my hand. “Take off your shoes. And your socks. Actually, hang on.” I hurry down the hall and grab a pair of socks from my drawer and a sheet from the closet. Call me paranoid, but the time Tony brought home bed bugs is still seared into my memory. He’s still standing in the small foyer when I get back, looking around the apartment like he’s trying to figure out where he is.

I was mortified. The bed itself seemed alive, the blood-soaked sheets pulsating as if with a heartbeat of their own. It was as if the fabric was not merely stained but imbued with a malevolent life force. The red of the blood was not static; it moved and swirled, creating nightmarish patterns that hypnotized and horrified me in equal measure. The smell of iron was overpowering, mingling with the sour stench of sweat and fear, creating a nauseating cocktail that made it hard to breathe.

It smelled like a female in heat. And it was coming from my bedroom.

They have probably already moved her by now. We come to another door, and it reeks of Amara. I instantly rip it open and jump in. Adonis and I both let out a snarl when we find it empty. I turn and see a huge pool of blood on the wall next to the door, a bunch of shattered ceramic under it. That would be why this room reeks of her, and now they would know she was pregnant. It would have been foul tasting if they tried to drink her blood. Pregnancy hormones turn blood rancid tasting to vampires. It's the fetus's way of protecting its mother against an attack.

"Are you okay? Babe? What's wrong?" I rubbed my stomach. "No. My tummy hurts." I said. "Do you think it's all the food from last night." "I think it's your period." He raised a brow at me. My eyes bugged out in realization. "Oh my God. I'm afraid to get up. I think I've probably stained the bed. I've been so distracted, I forgot all about it." "I'll change the sheets, you can go wash up and get changed." "No." I cried out in horror. "I'm not letting you see my-" I blushed. The thought of him seeing the blood stained sheets was terrifying.

I never, ever wanted that to change. I looked at him as he was sleeping, breaths steady at my side, and I knew I could stay here for ever. I didn’t want to move. My filthy saviour had been less than bothered about period blood last night. He’d fucked me like it meant nothing to have his cock, fingers and his mouth smeared red, but I didn’t want to bleed all over the bed and everything else in his apartment. I’d likely left smears enough already. His tissues were good, but they wouldn’t cut it as sanitary towels, so shove it. He could tell me it didn’t matter all he wanted, but I needed to grab some of my own supplies from downstairs. I needed to take some responsibility, at least.

It was the only room of the entire pack house that contained that much blood, suggesting a death had taken place within the room. “Whose room is this?” Burns asked, and Tums walked over to the desk. “This is the female scent I have been following. It is stronger in this room, but the faint trail from each pack home is the same signature fragrance,” Riggs stated. “This blood does not belong to the same female. I can tell you that much.”

He got into the room and closed the door behind him, as suspected, she was fast asleep her lashes forming a hue on her ruddy cheeks. Jordan took her hand from under the duvet and checked her pulse, all normal. He pulled the duvet off her, she was dressed in a normal unisex Pyjamas. Paying close attention, his nose twitched, although faint, he perceived a bloody scent almost covered by a floral scent, if not for his extreme sensitivity to blood, he wouldn't have noticed it. "So she got her period. That's a relief" he was worried that he might have mistakenly transferred the poison to her. But he realised that the Marrow is as potent as the Poison.

A kiss that still lingered on my lips and his taste that… “Blood,” I said, sitting up fast. “Blood? Ohh, are you on your period,” she asked. I jumped off the bed and began to pace. That’s the other scent I had been getting from him. Blood. What? Why? A shifter that smelled permanently like blood? I’d never heard of such a thing. I shook my head. It had to be wrong. *Hey wolf you in there,* I asked. *Oh, her highness is looking for me? Like I care,* she huffed, clearly pissed.