Blood Dawn

Chapter Four

“Draven?” His name left Elirah’s mouth in a whimper. Nothing. Holy s**t, he was dead.

There was no way he was dead. Okay fine, she wanted him to suffer for betraying her but the lycans had got to him before she had known he was back in town. As far as she was concerned, the lycan assassins deserved everything she had done to them. If they had finished their little mission, Elirah would not have had the chance to rip Draven a new asshole. Literally.

Whoa. Where did that come from? She couldn’t understand where the lycans deserving death thought had honestly come from but there were more pressing matters at hand.

For some reason she could not deny that as she watched his lips turn blue and his pale skin turned gray, she could feel her heart break into a million pieces. Which was… disconcerting.

“NO. NO. NO.” Elirah panicked as she shook him again and again. She felt sick watching his head roll aimlessly side to side. She laid her ear to his chest and listened closely. Nothing.

Elirah sat back and placed her hand on his broad chest. Even through his shirt he was cold to the touch. She closed her eyes as her aura left her palm and covered him. She focused on his heart.

“Beat for me. Come on. Beat. For. Me.” Elirah breathed, hoping that by some miracle his heart would listen to her.

Nothing. “f**k!”

Instinctively, Elirah pulled her wrist to her mouth and bit down hard. Her teeth were so sharp, they cut into her own diamond scales as if it were the consistency of butter. The flood of her own blood in her mouth made her pause.

What the hell am I doing? Elirah knew that Draven was a vampire. Knew that he required blood if he was mortally injured to save him but of his own species. With the exception of demons, vampires only feed from their own species, but of the opposite s*x. From what Draven had once told her. If she shared her demon blood with him,there was a big chance his body would have an adverse reaction.

But what choice did she really have? It was either watch him die or try to save him with her blood.

She positioned herself at his head and lifted him up slightly to lay him on her lap. She bit into her wrist one more time to ensure the flow of blood was strong. She steadied his head and opened his mouth with her other hand. Her blood flowed into his mouth and she angled his head back to make sure her blood was going down the back of his throat. After a minute or two, she laid his head down gently and began to perform chest compressions.

She laid one hand flat on the center of his chest with her other hand interlocked on top. Rising up on her knees she pushed down hard.

“One!” She exhaled hard. CRACK.

Immediately she pulled her hands back and cringed. She forgot that when she was in her demon form she was alot stronger which meant she had in fact just broken one of his ribs.

“Oh my god Draven! I'm so sorry! I swear I am trying to help you!” Elirah cried out.

If there had been more time or if his injuries weren’t as severe, she would have taken the time to relax back into her human to help him. She tried again, this time making sure to only use a fraction of the strength she had used before.

“One, two, three, four, five, six, seven..” Elirah counted to thirty, each number shooting out of her mouth in hard pants. She stopped and leaned over him to pinch his nose. She took a deep breath and covered his mouth with hers. She exhaled and leaned back to take another deep inhale.

She bent down again and exhaled. Quickly she positioned herself over him to continue the compressions. Again, she counted to thirty and leaned over him to…

Strange, one second she was about to lay her lips over Draven to breathe air into his lungs. The next, Elirah had blinked and she was on her back gazing into the beautiful blue sky that was tinged with orange and purples to her left.

Had it all been a dream? Elirah was thinking to herself when a deliciously heavy weight settled on her body. In her periphery she could see the back of Draven's head and the subtle movement he made.

His face was next to hers with his nose buried in her nape. His beautiful black hair tickled her face from the ocean breeze. His mouth watering cotton candy scent engulfed her and it made her want… No, made her ache for something more. She didn’t know or understand what that something more was, but knew down in the depths of her soul that Draven was the only one who could give it to her.

Which was crazy! How could she want him this badly?! It just made no sense. Was she that twisted in the head? Shoot, after everything that had been done to her at the hands of Ashlynn and her pack of rabid hyenas, you’d think Elirah would know better than to breathe the same air as Draven.

Let alone be in such a compromising position with him.

Either that or she was slowly coming to realize that she was a glutton for punishment.

Her arms were being pinned down over her head. His grip was so tight, a vice holding her wrists in place. Draven was pressed into every inch of her torso. She could feel his nose grazing along the column of her neck. Slowly up and down, up and down, side to side and over again. Chills ran down every square inch in Elirahs body, her breath hitched.

He was strong and he was heavy on top of her. His knees were in between her legs, spreading them open. She became acutely aware of the position of his pelvis and where it was pressed up against. She felt him rub his nose along the nape of her neck and up behind her ear. Just like she had done to him moments ago. She shivered and noticed an ache between her legs. Her core clenched to try and relieve some of the pressure she felt there but instead it a burst of electricity through her body.

Oh my gooooooood…

He took a deep inhale, and exhaled quickly in an action that reminded her of a dog not liking something they sniffed.

He growled in her ear. She stiffened.

Why is he growling at me? I’m trying to help him. Elirah thought to herself, not wanting to make any sudden noises or moves. He continued to growl in her ear, low. He would stop enough to inhale deep at her nape and exhaled with a same low menacing growl.

The lycan blood. The thought popped into her head and remembered she was covered in it. Which meant she smelled just like the lycan. Great, just freaking great. Draven, in delirium from his blood lust caused by bleeding out, was confusing me for the lycan!

It was clear that with the little bit of blood she was able to get into him was enough to get him strong enough to fight back. Even if he was technically unconscious.

“Draven?” She said his name out loud hoping to bring him to his senses. Vampires possessed great strength and speed. Hence her current position at the moment. Though it would be an easy feat to forcibly remove him from her, she really didn’t want to accidentally hurt him. Even if he was out of his mind hungry with blood lust.

She could easily kill him and she really didn’t want to have to kill a third person in one day.

God, did I really just kill two lycans?

With his hands still holding her wrists in a strong grip above her head, Draven pulled back. Her eyes widened as she took in Draven in his full vampire form.

Magnificent. Simply magnificent.

The whole of his eyes were black with the iris the same jade green but now the color seemed to be backlight which made them glow. His eyes were concentrated on her face, taking her in slowly. Almost as if his mind was trying to peek through the blood madness to differentiate what his eyes were seeing from what his nose was smelling.

Elirah was shocked at his appearance. His beautiful pale alabaster skin had turned dark gray and was mottled with gold and silver lines like that of a cracked porcelain doll. His fangs, which she had seen when she first approached him, were even bigger now.

“Wow” She breathed absently. Draven suddenly tensed and growled deep and louder than before.

FUCK! Elirah knew she had messed up by making a sound but she just couldn’t help herself. He was just so beautiful in his true form.

So masculine. So powerful. So… sexy.

Elirah felt a strange wetness in her panties. What in the world was happening to her body? She had never experienced anything like this in her life. Her body felt like it was on fire and she was in serious need of relief from the heat. And it felt like it was all coalescing and emanating from the bundle of nerves at her core in waves.

Draven’s growl brought her back to the reality that he was confusing the lycans blood on her skin for the actual enemy and her blood was no longer in the air. The wound she had inflicted on her wrist healed quickly.

He began to pull back even more, growling louder. He kept his weight on her torso.

Elirah realized he was too far gone to blood madness, which was blood lust on steroids, to reason with. His eyes were focused on her jugular. Not knowing what else to do, Elirah bit her lip and braced.

Sucking. Gentle sucking at her upper lip.

Licking. Long lapping at the exposed part of her bottom lip.

Her eyes were squeezed shut, her body tensed. There was a gentle tugging and lazy licking at the entrance to her mouth where she was still biting down on her bottom lip. Her blood was seeping into her mouth and at the opening.

What the hell is he doing? Elirah thought to herself. Slowly she opened one eye, careful not to startle him with any sudden movements or risk him getting even more rabid with her.

Both of her eyes shot wide open. His brow was furrowed and he was squeezing his eyes shut. His mouth was open and shutting with the lick and withdrawal of his tongue. Red coated his tongue before he retracted back into his mouth to swallow what he had collected.

He’s drinking… He’s drinking from me. Even as those words registered in her own head, she was in full denial of what her eyes were witnessing. In denial of what her body was feeling. She heard him make a mewling noise against her lips.

She began to hyperventilate. The sight of him in his full vampire form licking at the blood on her lips and swallowing it was just too much for her to bear. She couldn’t help when she released the hold on her bottom lip taking a long sharp inhale. Draven reared back with a gutteral hiss. His glowing jade green eyes were hauntingly beautiful in the black abyss of the sclera. He was frozen on top of her, focused on her bleeding lip. She was panting hard trying to get as much air into her lungs. Her chest heaved up and down, accentuating the subtle bounce of her breasts with every inhale.

Her heart was beating so fast, she was sure it was bound to burst in her own chest at any second. The extermination of the lycans that had attacked him hadn’t even accelerated her heart to a noticeable rate. With Draven’s weight pressed deliciously against the most intimate location on her body, her heart was beating a million miles a minute and part of her was scared she was going to pass out if she didn’t get her breathing under control.

An unsettling thought entered her mind. What would he do with her unconscious body? He was in a state of pure blood madness and from what she knew about vampires in this state, they were unpredictable and dangerous. And yet she had a notion that whatever he did to her couldn’t be worse than what had already been done to her at the hands of Ashlynn.

Another thought suddenly surfaced. What if his vampire instincts realized who she was and was finishing the job Ashlynn had failed to do two and a half years ago?

Rank fear made her heart stop. Would he kill her? If he had the chance.

And he definitely had the chance.

He struck viciously without warning.