The Baroness Misbehaves
Chapter 81: The Scent Of Blood (2)

Chapter 81: The Scent Of Blood (2)

"Here, use this." Orson stretched his hand forward, considerately handing the downcast lady a clean tissue she could use to wipe off the blood stain that coated her fair finger. "You should be more careful when dealing with such objects, wipe the blood and make sure you apply some ointment to avoid irritation."

"Oh dear, is it deep?" Asked the concerned Elaine as Abbot reached to take the tissue from Orson so he could help his wife clean off the blood from her bleeding finger, and he shook his head in disappointment before getting on with the treatment.

Silent murmurs filled the dining as the servants hurried to go get the bandages and whatever was needed to attend to her wound. And with how easily the dining got disorganized due to Isabella’s puny injury, one would think a serious accident had occurred.

As the conversation continued, Orson stole a glance between the bloodied finger and Cassian who had suddenly come to an abrupt stop in the stairs. He had noticed how still his friend became the minute Isabella hurt herself, which is why he took quick action in helping the lady get rid of the blood, but unfortunately, that doesn’t seem to be helping matters up there.

"Something wrong?" With her brows slanted into obvious concern, Madeline felt the need to ask, seeing as he had stopped walking when they were already halfway through the stairs. She noticed his grip on the rim of the stairs had tightened, making her aware that something had to be wrong.

When the young lad inhaled the scent of another strange blood, it wasn’t as potent as when he inhaled that of Maddie’s, yet he was finding it difficult to resist like someone who had finally located where he could drink water that had been long hidden from him in a dessert.

"Cas?"

"Blood." He uttered underneath his heavy breathing, looking perplexed as the only thing that went through his mind was to find where the scent of blood was coming from. "I smell blood, and I can’t control my thirst." He alerted, leading Madeline’s eyes to widen as she fixed her gaze downstairs to the family having dinner, and to her surprise, Abbot was gently wiping off the bloodstain on his wife’s index finger.

She’s hurt!

Madeline immediately shook her head as she understood why Cassian appeared to be struggling. He couldn’t possibly go to meet everyone in this state, and since she was already aware of his lack of control, Madeline wasn’t ready to take the risk of bringing him anywhere near the scent.

"Come with me." She whispered as she tried to take him up the stairs by his other free hand.

Cassian, although finding it torturing to go anywhere that wouldn’t lead him to where the scent was coming from, had to force himself to follow Madeline up the stairs, and when she took him back to their room, his thirst for blood didn’t calm in the slightest.

It only heightened.

"This feeling..." Just like before, he began to feel hot as though a part of his body had been set ablaze, and he sat on the bed, undoing three of his buttons to reduce the heat he felt.

Madeline crouched in front of him, unaware of what action to take next. "H...how do we make it stop?"

"Blood." He responded, his tone sounding desperate. "I need blood." He could feel something strange gnaw at his stomach the more he resisted the pull, and the scent of blood that must be coming from downstairs only heightened his desire to taste it once again.

"Maddie."

Seeing him fight with his inner-self to avoid going downstairs to source out the owner of the blood, Madeline rose to her feet and quickly went to the bed stand where a small kitchen knife was placed in a fruit basket.

Returning back to Cassian, without thinking twice about it, she slit her index finger a little, just enough to draw out blood before sticking her finger into his mouth.

"Focus on my blood instead." She said it loud enough for him to hear, and just as she said it, the sweetness of her blood against his taste buds immediately made him grasp her hand by the wrist, and when he tried to take her finger out his mouth, Madeline resisted.

"I... I’m giving it to you, just focus on my blood." She instructed. If he was hungry for blood, then what better way to quench his thirst if not giving him her own blood in exchange, and from the looks of it, it appeared to have worked since he stopped resisting.

Her blood was more intoxicating than any other thing he’s perceived or tasted. Since she gave him the go ahead, Cassian didn’t rush it as he carefully sucked on her finger, getting tranced from the taste of her blood, and he immediately forgot about the other scent.

Madeline could feel his cool breath on her fingers. She watched, mesmerized, as his pink lips enveloped her digit, his tongue swirling around the tip before he shoved the length of her finger into his ferocious mouth.

Suddenly, a strange jolt of pleasure ran through her body as he took her finger into his wet mouth, and Madeline’s eyes widened in surprise at his possessiveness against her own blood.

She gasped as she watched him suck eagerly at her wound, feeling his warm tongue glide against her finger in a way that made her heart race in response. Despite this, she couldn’t help but revel in the intoxicating sensation that coursed through her veins, and all this she felt from having her suck and lick against her finger.

Madeline shuddered uncontrollably when she felt his warm tongue lick and swirl fervently against her digit. She hadn’t seen any fangs yet and that relieved her cause she knew her hands were safe from being pierced by those things.

When he finally pulled her finger out from his mouth, she felt a sense of longing within him - an unquenchable thirst for more as he didn’t let go of her finger. And as he leaned in once again to draw from her, Madeline immediately freed her finger, and only then did Cassian recover from the thirst when he felt her back away.

His breathing came out short, and the atmosphere in the room felt hot as he relished against the sweetness of his wife’s blood. So much so that he found himself leaning close to the woman who had crouched in front of him, but he suddenly felt her palm against his exposed chest as her way of stopping him from coming any nearer.

"T... That’s enough, no...no more." She stammered a bit. Even when his eyes were still blindfolded, Madeline could feel the unsatisfied urge that raced within him, and something told her he was about to do the extreme when he tilted his head at her, like someone who was observing a prey before deciding whether to munch on it or not.

"I only wanted to kiss you." He admitted in a husky tone, and Madeline’s cheeks flushed red when he said it so directly.

"Don’t play with me, h...how do you feel now?" She asked, trying to divert the topic as she took her hands away from his exposed chest, and he grabbed hold of her wrist when she tried to flee from his presence, forcing her to kneel in front of him again.

"Let me see your finger." He demanded softly, and when she made no move to show him which finger it was, he proved to his wife that he could be a lot stubborn as he fished out the hand she had given herself a cut.

Still getting a faint scent of her blood, Cassian brought the delicate finger to his cool lips and placed a tender kiss on it. "Never hurt yourself for my sake, I personally won’t allow this next time." He warned before letting go of her wrist and then he stood up.

Madeline’s heart drummed in her chest after having to hear the words he uttered. She was a bit scared when she assumed he wanted to draw out more of her blood, but he surprised her when he ended up kissing her finger with such tenderness.

Yet he spoke so coldly to her like she didn’t do what she did for his sake. Rising to her feet, she stared at her finger for a little while before a slow smile graced her lips.