Dark Hunger

"You all are mistaken!" Laurel said as she quivered. "I am not a vampire." 

"Then why do you have the blood in your hands?" asked Rory who had crowded her and almost pinned her to the wall. 

"This— this is for the girl who just went inside," she explained. 

"Oh, now she is telling a lie?" Mavis growled. "Earlier she said that she didn't know the girl and was too scared when she saw her on her balcony? How did she come to your room's balcony, when she was staying one floor up? Now don't tell us that she has grown wings too?" 

"We could have done something very wrong to the girl. She appeared so frail," Sam tutted. "I am calling the Sheriff." He dug his hands in the pocket to take his phone out. 

"Why do that?" Rory hissed. "I have a better idea." He grabbed Laurel's upper arm and dragged her out of the hotel. "We should kill her and bury her body deep in the forest. No one will come to know about this vampire then." 

"I am not a vampire!" Laurel shouted. "I am a sorceress!" 

Everyone in the group whipped their heads towards her. 

"The girl you just left is the vampire!" Laurel said in an exasperated tone. 

Sam chuckled. "And now you will say that the man with her was a werewolf?" 

"Yes, exactly!" Laurel said thanking the god that someone understood them so well.

After a second, the entire group burst into laughter. 

"I am a witch!" said Mavis, mockingly. They all laughed more. 

"Wait, I am a bird shifter," said the other man and spread out his arms. 

Laurel was aghast. Her hands went limp as panic crawled in her chest. Seeing how unaware the group was, she realized she had broken the first rule of the treaty—never to reveal anything about Loreans. And if she used her magic, that would be breaking the most important rule. She glanced back at the lift. 

So, while the real vampire was inside the lift, the one who cried wolf was now outside the hotel. It was receptionist's intervention at the chaos that ensued that Laurel was locked in the prison for the night. 

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If Caleb wasn't holding her Elize was sure she wouldn't be able to stand. Her knees had become wobbly and with the way the woman had called her vampire, she knew that the information had spread like wildfire in the community. But she was more distracted by the scent of his blood on his neck. 

Caleb had taken the opportunity to nick his neck. Blood drops oozed out. He pressed her head in the crook of his neck, coaxing her to drink.

The little vampire couldn't resist the temptation anymore because she was just too hungry. So, Elize softly lapped up all the blood she could from him by sinking her soft little fangs in him, sighing with relief. And Caleb—he pressed his head in her temple, his instincts telling him that this was the most natural thing in the world. 

Auril watched the two mates with a smile and then waved them goodbye when the lift opened to his room. 

Caleb took her inside their room and walked all the way to the bed. He sat down with her and allowed her to lap him. The deed was so thrilling that his cock had grown hard, but he kept still for the fear that she would leave. 

Elize surrendered to her hunger but she left him soon after, feeling embarrassed and ashamed of what she had done. Her lips were a crimson red when she removed her lips from his neck. Her eyes met here and she said, "Thanks for giving me the idea of wearing contacts." Just before they had left the room for dinner at the restaurant, Caleb had given her a pair of contact lenses to hide the red color of her eyes. But he had asked her to wear dark glasses because her eyes were sensitive to bright lights. The woman who had bumped into her called her the vampire and for a moment Elize thought she had lost the contacts, but then the woman said sorry and it was out of relief and pain and hunger that she wobbled. And the next she found herself in Caleb's arms. She blinked when he caught her hand carefully. Placing it over her still pounding heart, as his entire hand overlapped hers, he said, "You heart races." 

She didn't know what was there in his blood but the moment she lapped it, it would infuse her with energy, with power and satisfy her hunger. His hand was sitting on her heart. It made her lose the little control and rest was lost when she met his black eyes. His hands left hers to travel up her chest to wrap around her throat. He massaged the marks he had given her and in a hoarse voice said, "Such a delicate neck. Why, I would love to mark it again." 

Elize gulped, not because of his remark, but because she had this sudden urge to mark him. The nerves in her core bundled up and she squirmed over him. 

The wolf grinned wickedly at her and then his gaze settled on her lips. His thumb smeared the blood over there and he plunged it inside her mouth. She wrapped her lips instinctively around her. She heard a moan, which she embarrassingly realized was hers. "You can't imagine the urge to lay my eyes upon you, love. It's a burn that never ceases," he said. He removed his thumb from her mouth and then went back to her neck. As his thumb brushed her thrumming pulse, he knew that she was not ready for what he wanted. It was her shame and her self-loathing that kept her away from him. And so, the wolf started his games of seduction. It was in their genes. All the brothers were just as shameless. 

"Caleb—" Elize was highly turned on. Was it his blood or the alcohol in his blood? Her mind was dizzy. 

And then—