Kiss The Blood Off My Hands Novels & Stories

One hand is on her boobs on display, and the other is pressing into her thighs. Her eyes are rolled to the back of her head, like nothing else matters in the world right now but this. The box of food drops from my hand in a clatter just as a gasp falls from my lips. “Vivienne?” Everything seems to happen so slowly, like my brain decided to reduce the pace so that every moment gets ingrained in my head.

My wolf rose in me, not in protest, but in reverence. She was ready. I followed, repeating the phrases as best I could. My voice shook, but Kingston didn’t flinch. He nodded with every word, guiding me through it. Then came the exchange of blood. He took a ceremonial blade from the nightstand—small, silver-edged—and gently cut his palm. The scent of his blood filled the room: rich, metallic, and familiar. He held out his hand, and I took it, slicing my own and ignoring the bright sting. It would all be worth it.

They were visibly fading, dissolving into her sun-kissed skin as Riheirk’s ancient, healing blood aggressively incinerated the last remnants of the poison from her system. Garick’s gaze tracked the fading lines of the corruption, and then his eyes shifted to the dark, deep gash slashed across Riheirk’s left wrist, still sluggishly weeping dark crimson. He knew exactly what had happened. He knew the biological ledger had been permanently signed. Riheirk braced himself for the explosive wrath of an enraged Alpha dad. He opened his mouth, his gravelly baritone rough and completely stripped of its usual military authority. "Garick... it was an ambush. A rogue Blood-born. The venom was closing he

Bloody. His lips were hard and demanding. I tasted the salt of his sweat and the faint copper of his blood. His injured hand cupped my face. More blood smeared across my cheek. I gasped into his mouth. He took the chance and deepened the kiss. His tongue pushed in, claiming, hungry. It wasn’t gentle. It was desperate. Angry. Needy.

I’m a spark dancing close to a pool of gasoline. The coppery smell of blood wafts past my nose, and I realize it's my own. I flex my hands open and see four identical crescents on each palm with blood trickling out. I wipe my hands against my jeans, the dark red liquid leaving marks across the light-faded denim. “What do you want to do boss” Grayson was the first to break the silence.

Sighing in relief ,l carefully removed the pierced stones from my palm and dusted my skirt . " Here ", the new officer , gave me his hand . Grateful l grabbed it and let him haul me up . " Thank you officer ", l murmured. " No problem ", he said before extending his hand to touch me . I staggered back a bit but looked down to see blood leaking down from four claw marks just above my chest . It seriously hurt me but I wasn't feeling any pain.

She wiped it away and it felt thick and sticky against the back of her hand. Curious, Amber held her hands out in front of her and saw the blood. It was everywhere. She was covered in it. The light of the candle danced across it reflecting it around her mind. It shouldn’t feel real but it did. She frantically wiped her hands across the front of her shit in a desperate attempt to free herself of the horrible sensation.

𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 2 "𝐴 𝑑𝑎𝑟𝑘 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑙𝑑..... 𝐴 𝑑𝑎𝑟𝑘 𝑚𝑎𝑛..... 𝐴 𝑏𝑖𝑡𝑐ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑎𝑟𝑘..." Katherine That organ in my body that pumps blood and keeps my whole blood warm somersaulted and I took a step back. Alexander Tyrone leaned on the door in all his glory.

I dipped my hands into the water and gently washed away the blood, despite the intense pain that made my hands tremble. Jamie walked into the bathroom and asked, “What have you done?” Their face reflected deep concern as they stood by the doorframe, their eyes wide as they took in the scene. I didn’t respond; I was lost in my thoughts, barely registering their presence. “Show me your hands,” Jamie said cautiously, their voice barely audible over the rustling of the wind and birch tree branches outside. I reluctantly pulled my hands out of the water. They trembled uncontrollably, and even though I had washed them, blood continued to seep from the cuts. Jamie reached into their pocket, pulled

My hands land on his chest before sliding down to his abs, tracing every line, every curve of his body. The loose hoodie I am wearing, bunches around my waist, exposing my thighs to him. My heart does a weird somersault as our eyes meet once more. “ Are you offering me your blood again? ” Zero breathes against my lips, hot and bothering. Calming my ticklish stomach and mountain-climbing heart, I push my hair aside from my left shoulder and tilt my head, silently inviting him to have my blood. “ Is this a yes? ” He is being too vocal. It’s uncommon and unnecessary.