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forcing my mouth open. He’d slit his wrist again and was pressing it now against my lips. “Drink it,” he ordered as the warm blood flowed into my mouth. I swallowed, and he quickly filled my mouth again.
    I was actually quite disappointed when he pulled away, I’d been starting to get a taste for his blood, but then the pain in my stomach hit me again, and I curled up in agony. I panted, my head resting on Claudius’s shoulder, his hands still tight on my arms. Marcus shifted for better leverage as my hips came up off the bed. I let loose a scream that deafened my ears, and when I was done, Claudius laid me gently back on the bed and stroked my hair soothingly.
    “ There, there, little fledging, it will not be much longer.” The black-haired vampire looked over at Marcus. “Have you been engaging in blood play with him? I have never seen so dramatic a transformation. He should not be so strong.”
    “ I have only drunk from him.”
    The cramping feeling in my gut passed quickly this time, though I felt like I had the mother of all hangovers, and my neck was sore. I was lying in blood, and the scent was strong, filling my senses, while my head was hurting so much, and the lights were far too bright. I complained, and when Marcus dimmed them, I curled back up into a protective ball.
    Thank God. When is this over?
    “ When you sprout fangs and bite me, Little One.”
    Okay, will do. Fangs, fangs, fangs.
    Marcus laughed, but I was serious. There was no fucking way this was going to take twenty transfusions. I could hear my heartbeat, it was slow and sluggish, and my breath sounded like an old man’s death rattle, and there was a fire burning out of control in the pit of my stomach. Was this what I truly wanted? I didn’t know, but I urged the fire to burn brighter, feeling it warm everything inside of me. It was almost there, but not quite enough of it, whatever it, was.
    I pushed myself up off the bed. I needed help to sit upright. Claudius propped himself against me again, holding me. Marcus came into my field of vision. He was sporting a purple bruise on his cheek where I had punched him. I stared. I shouldn’t have been able to bruise him at all.
    “ What did I say about keeping your hands to yourself?” Marcus chastised, as he linked the cuffs together behind my back, and they each took up their positions around me again.
    I was physically too weak to struggle, though that didn’t keep me from a running dialogue of what I thought of him. I could feel a burning deep in my chest, almost like acid reflux. It felt like it was waiting for a douse of gasoline, so I could explode. My neck was in agony from Marcus’s bite marks, but that was okay, this was going to be the last time. I heard someone moaning…that someone was me.
    His teeth were in, and I could feel the suction as he drew deeply. Pulse, suck, pulse, suck…my heartbeat was getting erratic.
    Give it to me. I want to drink you.
    He released my neck and set his cut wrist at my mouth, and I sucked on it like it was penny candy. He didn’t expect it and pulled away. I tried to follow, but Claudius held me tightly to him.
    More.
    Marcus approached and held his wrist to my mouth again. I licked at it greedily and fastened my lips around it before sucking hard. The flame inside me grew brighter and hotter, with each swallow. Marcus had to shake his wrist to get me off.
    No, just a few more swallows.
    He was just about to give me his bleeding wrist once more when the fire within me ignited. Every fibre of my being was set aflame. I screamed and screamed, and screamed some more, until someone took pity…and knocked me out.

    I awoke to the tinkle of ice cubes swirling around in a glass.
    “ That better not be any more of that fucking cranberry juice.” My voice was cracked and low, which wasn’t surprising since I hadn’t used it much over a year, and I think I did a hell of a lot of screaming before the lights went out.
    “ Your cranberry juice days