paranoianovel Chapter 37: Hunger
Chapter 37: Hunger
While Azreal busy was trying and failing to think of a way to start a fire.Olivia’s mind was floating somewhere between sleep and instinct, wrapped in fog as Something primal stirred beneath her skin.
Hunger
A deep, primal, hunger
When a familiar scent cut through the haze her mind was stuck in.
Warm, delicious, inviting.
Azrael
Her fingers curled before her eyes even opened, but eventually they did.
Her eyelids parted quickly once she smelled him near, revealing beautiful pink eyes that glowed with a quiet, hypnotic brilliance, but the pink drained from her eyes just as quickly as they opened, replaced with a dark blood-red color.heless
Her teeth sank right into the side of his thigh.
Azrael’s breath punched out of him in a sharp hiss.
"Fuck!"
Pain flashed... then heat... then something else. A strange pull, like the world tilting under him for a second.
He grabbed her shoulders and yanked his leg out of her mouth, stumbling back as blood poured through his new wound.
She crouched on all fours, breath heaving, pupils blown wide, watching him like he was prey.
"Liv... that’s enough. what the hell is wrong with you?"
But she didn’t hear him.
She lunged again.
He dodged.
Barely.
Again.
He sidestepped, but slower this time.
Again, her claws scraped his arm, her breath hot against his skin.
"Olivia... stop... I’m not..."
His vision wavered.
A wave of weakness rolled through his body suddenly and brutally, stealing the strength from his muscles like water draining from a cracked cup.
"What... the hell...?"
His knees buckled.
He hit the cave’s snowy floor hard.
The world spun, blurry around the edges.
He tried to lift an arm.
Tried to push himself up.
Tried to move at all.
Nothing responded.
His limbs felt heavy and distant, like they were no longer his.
"Liv..." he breathed, voice fading, "I can’t... move..."
Olivia slowly rose to her feet.
Her head tilted.
Her red eyes locked onto him.
And she stepped toward him, silent, hungry.
Each movement was deliberate and predatory.
Her fingers curled against the cold stone, leaving faint scratches.
Her breath came out in slow, trembling exhales.
Azreal couldn’t move. He could only watch as she approached him, no, as she approached her next meal Mouthwatering, like he was the most delectable sight she had ever laid her eyes on.
"...Liv..." His voice was barely a rasp.
If she heard him, she didn’t show it.
She crawled closer, inch by inch, her face lowering toward the ground like a wolf stalking wounded prey. Her hair dragged behind her in pale waves, brushing across the cave floor.
Her mouth parted.
A line of saliva slipped down her lip, thick, shimmering, and wrong.
Azrael blinked, vision doubling.
Inside her saliva, tiny motes of black swirled like living ink.
Cold fear lanced through his chest.
That was the same black poison, her venom, that coated her sword when she fought.
"Olivia..." he whispered, throat tight. she had poisoned him; that was why he couldn’t move
Her tongue brushed across her fang, catching another strand of dark, shimmering saliva. She swallowed with a soft, hungry sound that made Azrael’s pulse spike.
Then she lifted her head.
Her red eyes glowed like fresh blood.
Her mouth watered, literally dripping, as she stared at him like a starving animal who had just found the only meal in a frozen wasteland.
She whispered one broken word, voice thick with need and instinct
"...hungry..."
Azrael’s breath caught.
He tried to push himself back, even an inch.
Nothing.
His limbs were dead weight.
Olivia crawled forward again, closing the final distance.
Her fingers pressed into the stone beside his ribs.
Her hot breath washed across his neck.
Her lips hovered just above his skin.
A strand of that black-tainted saliva dripped onto his collarbone and sizzled faintly.
Azrael’s heart hammered helplessly.
She opened her mouth wider.
And moved with sudden precision, her fangs glinting briefly before she sank them into the side of his neck.
The sharp points broke through his warm, chocolate-colored skin with a clean, quick puncture. A thin line of crimson welled up around her bite, dark against his deep complexion as she drew in his blood with a slow, deliberate pull.
The moment her fangs pierced him, the world seemed to tilt. A sharp breath tore from his chest, not from pain, but from the sudden wave of pleasure that surged through him.
The pull of her lips at his skin sent warmth rushing through his veins, a deep, rolling pleasure that made every nerve feel awake.
Each slow draw of blood felt like liquid heat flooding his body, rising from his neck and spiraling outward in pulses that made his muscles loosen and his breath stutter.
Her mouth stayed at his neck, and every gentle pull sent another ripple of bliss through him, powerful, dizzying, and almost overwhelming.
His heartbeat pounded against her lips, and the pleasure washed over him again and again until something flushed in the corner of his eye. And that same familiar sound flashed in his ear.
DING!!!