Oh You Re In My Veins นิยาย & เรื่องราว

His fangs sank deeply into the carotid with a soft, wet pop. Blood surged into his mouth. It was hot, thick, copper-bright and spiked with the faint sweetness of fear-laced lust still trapped under glamour. The stranger convulsed beneath him, a choked cry muffled into cotton as venom flooded his system. His cock jerked untouched, spurting weak pulses across the already-soaked sheets while his hole clenched rhythmically around Owen’s shaft, milking him in helpless peak.

The violet veins beneath his skin throbbed dangerously, reacting to the spike of adrenaline cutting through his system. "If they force those scanners against my skin, the local frequency will trigger the micro-particulate silver," Rhys growled, his jaw clenching so hard a sharp line formed along his throat. "It’ll look like an acute cardiovascular rupture on their logs. A tragic pre-fight heart attack."

No, it does not seem like it. The energy that pulsates through my veins makes me sweat. It's like a wave of fire that courses through me, traveling from one vein branch to the next. The sensation grows stronger, overwhelming me. I feel as if I'm being consumed by a force beyond my control. My vision blurs, and I collapse to the ground, my consciousness fading.

Oh shit! I'm dead. So very dead.

I cry, scrambling as much as the restraints allow, but it is useless. The syringe finds my vein. Pain lances through me, hot, searing, and spreading. My vision blurs at the edges as the wolfsbane eats into my bloodstream.

Pain starts to course from my shattered heart to every vein in my body. Keegan…

I wanted to see them again. “Seriously, woman, how clueless can you be? You are irritating me…” A vein in my right hand started glowing red and Rage slowly emerged from it. “Can’t you feel us flowing in your veins?” He said with a scowl. I gaped at him, horrified. “Y-you were flowing through my veins?” I asked. “We are components of blood. Where else do you expect us to be?” Lead emerged from a vein in my left hand. “So you’re telling me that the seven of you were living in my blood and veins?” I reiterated. “This is a scary thought, like fairies flowing in my veins, like my blood?”

I rip my shirt open and I see water rolling down my body as if it's a hot summer's day. Something catches my eye. My veins start turning black , and like almost black blood begins to flow up to my arms. Standing up , I limp to the bathroom and look at myself in the mirror. The pain begins to double and triple - I hold onto the sink. The black blood or substance travels through every vein in my body, even the eye vein - turning the whites of my eyes black. I feel it flow as it leaves a trail of pain behind. My teeth begin to hurt and I begin to loose conciousness as the pain becomes unbearable.

Glowing with life I never had. My eyes drink in the sight of his vein. There, right there where the vein shows through skin thin as paper. It throbs with a rhythm too beautiful to be real. Each beat is a siren song, a hymn for the starving, a promise that everything will be all right if I just give in. That beautiful pulse. The thunderous melody floods my skull, drowning every thought in a crimson echo. It’s all I can hear. All I can feel. Can not deny it anymore.

Saratan’s P.O.V "I own you, little vessel." His breath was icy against my neck as he leaned in, “Every drop of the blood thrumming through your veins belongs to me… and when you bore me, I’ll drain and stuff you." My pulse thudded erratically and I couldn't help the helpless tears that slid from my eyes, "P-please, don't kill me, I don’t want to be a blood vessel…" I whimpered, feeling my bladder give up on me and wetness flooded my thighs.