Chapter Seventy-eight

♦Neruda's POV♦

Turns out I'd jinxed myself, I'd heated my blood slightly because Selena had whispered to me that Cyril liked his blood heated, she was definitely messing with me.

How did I not realize it?

Well, now Cyril is making soft moaning sounds as he drinks harder, I need to find a way to replace all the blood I keep losing.

I might have been fine and I quickly regulate the temperature of my blood but it's most likely too late.

"Oof!" I expel a breath, my eyes widening in shock when Cyril grinds up to me.

My arms tremble harder and my heart rate spikes up no doubt pouring more of my life essence down Cyril's throat.

"Cy?" I murmur shakily trying to get him to calm down but my voice elicits the opposite response, his arms tighten around me and another broken moan breaks free, his hips stuttering over mine.