My Three Mates

4

We end up back at the palace, a burning hunger causing my mouth to water at the mere thought of it. Blood. Andris watches me, a smirk playing in his lips. He speeds off, leaving me alone for a few seconds, before returning with a bag of the thick red liquid.

My eyes narrow on the bag, and I reach for it, but he quickly pulls it out of my reach. He is not playing with me right now. When I am severely hungry from not drinking the strangely addictive metallic drink for months. I clench my hands, nails digging into my palms, I growl, and my eyes flash dangerously, “Give me the bag,” I whisper, my voice is dark, untamed even.

He smirks, taking a step back, “Come and get-“ He doesn’t even get to finish his sentence before my primal instincts act, propelling me forwards. I force him to the ground, my hands reaching for the bag. He easily overpowers me, slamming my body onto the ground.

I glare at his handsome face, letting out a low growl. The bag is placed next to him, as he uses both hands to pin my arms above my head. I whimper, trying and failing at attempting to break his grip. He stares down at me.

“You are so beautiful, mo ghaol.” He says in a perfect Scottish accent. I don’t know what he said, but it sounded nice. I feel blessed form on my cheeks, that’s the first time he’s complimented me. I stare up at him, searching his intense gaze.

“Thank you,” I whisper, letting my body relax somewhat, though I am still hyper-aware of the blood bag next to him. He doesn’t reply, always stares at me unblinking. Andris lets me go, I begin to move away, but he shoots me a death glare that says don’t you dare. I stopped instantly, sitting still I wait for him to give me the blood bag.

“You’re hungry.”

I don’t bother to reply, my eyes are locked on the bag that he holds in his hand. “Almost like a newborn vampire, except you aren’t one, a newborn wouldn’t be in control, yet you still hold some. So, either you haven’t been a vampire for long, or you don’t have a regular feeding schedule….” He looks down at me, even sitting with him makes it feel like he is towering over me.

“I think you know the answer to that,” I say as I fix my eyes on anything but him, feeling restless.

“My question is, why is my mate starving herself?” He says, his voice tight with barely controlled anger. The most emotion I have ever seen from him since I have been here. His anger doesn’t scare me, but it is somewhat alluring to my wolf.

I swallow loudly.

“Depriving herself of something she needs in order to survive, hmmm?”

I keep still.

His hand forces my chin up roughly, “When I ask a question, I expect an answer.”

“I-I don’t like… the way it feels to drink blood… the guilt.” I explain, clasping and unclasping my hands nervously.

He stares at me, his eyes empty. “Too innocent,” he speaks quietly, almost more to himself than to me.

I stare hungrily at the blood bag. “Andris..” I whimper my tone borderline begging.

He moves towards me, whilst ripping the seal open that encloses the blood in the bag. His hands tangle themselves into my hair as he brings the blood bag to my lips. He feeds me gently, as I greedily drink the bag within seconds. My body craving more, he tosses me two more bags, “Tomorrow is an important ball, feed until you are full. I don’t need you killing any of the guests.”