Call Of The Dark-Chapter 108 Buzz Of Electricity

?Lazarus slumped on her, still thrusting inside her lazily, instinctively. He felt that all the restraint he had practiced was the time he wasted. He could have spent that time with Emma, protecting her, enjoying her and loving her.

He realized that she was just as breathless as he was. He lifted himself on one elbow and with his other hand, he stroked her hair gently. Her eyes were still full of desire and lust. For him. Because of him. That made his chest swell with pride. He leaned down to kiss her lips and said, "Are you okay, love?"

Emma's lips curled up slightly. She nodded, loving that he addressed her as 'love'. This was getting so much better and she reveled in it. She closed her eyes, feeling tired and sleepy, yet she said, "You need to feed. Please take it from me." His eyes were filled with the emotions generated by orgasm, but they were still a dull red.

He shook his head. "You aren't healthy and I can't risk your health again. Just two days back you were drugged." The thought brought anger to him, but Emma touched his cheek and his anger subsided. How was it possible that her mere touch soothed him?

He didn't want to get out of her, but if he didn't, he was sure he would take her again and again. So he pulled out of her and slid beside her under the fur. She cried reluctantly and he chuckled. "Enough for today." Then he grabbed her by the waist and pulled her closer to his chest. He could stay like this forever. He buried his face in her hair and closed his eyes. "Sleep Emma," he murmured. "Else I might get inside you all over again."

She giggled against his chest and relaxed. She felt so protected and safe in his arms. "I won't mind Lord Lorza," she replied huskily. "You can take me as many times as you want. I have always wanted you."

His chest swelled. His woman wanted him, not because she was his blood slave but because she wanted him from before she was his blood slave. And that made a lot of difference in his emotional state.

When it was night again, Lazarus and Emma were back on Titan on their way to Wilyra. Nephie was flying above them. She would disappear above the clouds or sometimes behind the mountain peaks, but she would emerge with one or the other kill. Once, Lazarus and Emma saw her eating an entire deer like it was a small chicken. While Emma scrunched her nose, Lazarus let out a chuckle.

"When are we going to reach Wilyra?" Emma asked.

"Hopefully before it is morning," he said and looked at the sky above. The clouds had started gathering and he wondered if it would snow. That was going to be terrible for Emma. On an instinct he tightened his grip around her and said, "Why don't you tuck yourself in my cloak?"

"I am fine," she replied.

But her reply didn't help his worry. Every once in a while, he would look down at her face and wonder if she was feeling colder. When the winds started blowing heavily, he grumbled, "It would be better that you are in my cloak. You can keep your head out!"

"But I am not—"

"I didn't ask you!" he snapped. Worried that she would get sick again, he just opened the buttons of his cloak and wrapped it around her. He gave her Titan's reins and made sure that he buttoned her up. When she was snugly sitting against his chest, he felt satisfied. He took the reins from her hands and suddenly he felt electricity sizzling from her hands. He removed his hand from her sharply.

"What was that?" Emma asked, bewildered.

Lazarus was stunned. He didn't know what it was, but the slight buzz of electricity upon touching her was pretty evident. "I don't know…" he replied. "Maybe because of the clothes?"

"Ah, could be…" she said and leaned against him. Her hands went to his thighs and she started rubbing them absentmindedly. "Are you hungry?" she asked, tipping her head up and kissing his chin.

"No…" he replied with a ragged breath even though he was. He wanted to drink blood but he knew that after tasting Emma, everything else would be like drinking sludge.

They reached the outskirts of Wilyra and as they crossed the area, Emma saw burnt down cottages and inn where they had stopped. There was a light fire still burning with smoke billowing in the air. Broken furniture was strewn across and occasionally a small blast could be heard. Debris was scattered everywhere. Trees were split into two or branches were broken. Lamp posts were shattered, their glass pieces speckled on the ground. It looked like a raging typhoon passed over it. She gulped in complete shock.

"What happened over here, Lor Lorza?" she asked.

He grunted. "I razed it to the ground." 𝒇𝒓eewe𝒃𝑛𝒐𝘃𝒆𝚕.co𝘮

Emma whipped her head to look at him. "Why?" Dread skittered down her spine as goosebumps lined her skin. Just how strong was this vampire?

"Because the owner dared to drug you and me."

She slapped her hand to her mouth. "He drugged us? Why?"

He didn't reply as the memory of it made a muscle feather in his jaw. If it were to him, he would raise this inn and then destroy it again. "Drugging a prince is a heinous crime for which I should have thrown him in the dungeons. But he dared to drug you. He shouldn't have done that." And that was what brought his wrath over him and the inn.

Emma swallowed down her dry throat. In a weak voice, she asked, "Is he alive?"

"No, I killed him," he gave an indifferent answer.

"But Lord Lorza that was—" she didn't know what to say. No one had killed for her or protected her like this. "What about his family?" f𝘳𝚎𝑒𝚠𝑒𝚋𝘯o𝘃eƖ.co𝓂

"They all ran away. The bastards were all involved."

Emma couldn't believe that the little girl who had come to see her in the room was also involved. Her eyes became moist. "I didn't know—" She shook her head.