Prey

Chapter 93

Xander's POV:

I sat on the edge of my bed, Doe standing a few feet in front of me.

Her hands sat on her hips as she intently watched the door.

After yet another day without that invitation home, we'd turned it into somewhat of a bet.

She bet that it would arrive today by 7 pm, and I bet that it would be here tomorrow, neither of which I was too confident about.

It was about 6:55 right now, so I had a feeling that she was very close to losing.

Which meant that tonight was most likely going to be the night that she has me bite her.

That's what she decided to wager with.

If she won, then it'd get pushed back till tomorrow, but if she lost then it would be tonight.

I agreed since I felt no fear from her as she explained her terms before the bet was made.

Just simply covering her memories with better ones.

An odd approach, but whatever.

I had no right to judge how she chose to recover from what happened to her.

All that mattered to me was that she was recovering.

Although as the next minute passed, an instinctive excitement began to build.

This craving felt different and I knew why.

I silently cleared my throat, already feeling that anticipation behind the ache in my fangs.

Oh, this had the potential to go very badly.

I just barely managed to keep it together a few nights ago, and that was just resisting my urge to bite her in the first place.

Once I go through with it this time... Knowing that once her blood hits my tongue it'll bring forth that more demanding portion of me that craved her

The conversations since then. The realization of how deeply set on her I already was.

God, I better be able to keep it together.

I knew that every part of me cared greatly about how she felt, so all I could hope for in the worst possible case scenario is that I'd stop if I accidentally crossed a line.

But that was just a fail-safe.

Not that I'll need it, but... I needed the security of knowing that this wouldn't go bad for her no matter what.

No... I'll be fine.

This isn't the bloodmoon, so I'm the one in control.

6:57...

Her blood has never tasted that good to me. It always got overpowered by my guilt from the act which made the aftertaste bitter.

I continued more and more to reason with myself, trying to stop the expectant excitement that was quickly covering any sort of guilt.

My tongue rubbed against the top of my mouth, clenching my jaw extremely hard in a vain effort to ease the building pressure behind my fangs.

This kind of craving wasn't one that I was used to, but its intent was ringing loud and clear into my brain.

Usually, any kind of blood would satisfy a normal craving, but this one was pointed and precise.

It had to be hers. Nothing else would satisfy this.

Shit, this was more intense than I thought.

I've read enough books to know that this kind of act is different when there are romantic feelings present, but I never imagined to what extend.