The Devil's Warrior Queen
Chapter 201: Bloody Thirst

Chapter 201: Bloody Thirst

She wrapped her arms around his strong shoulders and pressed her lips against his, kissing him with a passionate hunger that transcended beyond the one she felt gnawing at her stomach.

It was as if she had waken up from an eternal slumber, one that made her feel numb and her cells weaken.

It felt as if they had been apart for a very long time and at that moment, she craved for every inch of him like she craved for an unfathomable delicacy to graze her tongue. She missed every single fibre of him, his intoxicating spicy scent, his addictive touch and his toxic dark aura that clouded his form.

As though it was the first time of seeing his handsome face after an endless slumber without him in a dark, cold and lonely place, she drank in every single feature he possessed, his crimson eyes with a golden hue swirling into it left her mesmerized as he stared into her eyes with a tenderness that conveyed unspoken emotions.

Melting her lips into his commanding ones, he wrapped his arms around her slender waist, pulling her into his body for the softness of her body to collide against his hard, muscular frame.

The friction of their body rubbing against each other even underneath the layers of clothes they were garbed in. She could feel the familiar strokes of his hand as he caressed the small of her back down to her waistline, tracing her curves as he went lower till he was groping her ass firmly.

A moan broke from her lips amidst the kiss and sensory touch he emitted.

She cupped his chiseled face as their lips locked, tracing every outline of his jaws and every contour while stroking her lips against his, tasting the delectability of his tongue entwining with hers in perfect rhythm, but just as they were both engrossed in the deepened kiss, her hunger intensified.

Uncertain of whether it was the kiss or not that fueled her insatiable hunger, she was left in a muddled state as her skin heated feverishly and her throat dried up worse than before, leaving an acrid taste on her tongue.

She could feel her canines elongating and her body weakened like spaghetti in his arms under the force of hunger. The distinctive change in her body left her overwhelmed, it felt as if her muscles were drained of energy, like her blood was being sapped of strength.

Abruptly breaking from the kiss, she staggered back and collided against the dressing table, while placing her palm over her mouth to cover her elongated fangs, she felt utterly mortified as she realized she was craving blood, even though Draco was a vampire too but she didn’t want him to see her like that.

As he approached her she frantically said "I’m not drinking anyone’s blood, ever!" She shrieked, waving her hands at him, but he only smiled coyly at her reaction.

"You’re hungry and you have to drink blood to survive or your energy will be greatly depleted." He pointed out, but still the look of reluctance was etched on her face as she shook her head negatively.

She wasn’t in accordance with the thought of drinking blood, merely thinking of it made her feel nauseous, but her intrusive thoughts whispered to her that it would be worth it, still she failed to comprehend reason with the thought of her drinking blood.

"You have to, I’ll ring a maid." He implied but she vigorously shook her head in negation with horror filled eyes as she grabbed his hand, preventing him from taking a step further toward the bells.

It suddenly dawned on her that she had been turned into a vampire, and the thought of everyone seeing her like that made her feel a sense of self-consciousness. Her breath shuddered when she realized that Malika would see her like that.

She was suddenly on a choke hold as a lump got stuck in her throat.

"Fret not, Malika is already aware, don’t be so tensed." He assured her, she nodded but her mind was going haywire with hunger.

Her gaze trailed from his eyes to his throat, his skin looked so supple, gleaming with an otherworldly pale sheen.

She subconsciously licked her lips as her eyes fixated on his strong neck, but she was sure it would be soft and supple if she dug her fangs into it, the mere thought made her salivate hungrily, almost making her drool as her mouth watered until his voice snapped her back but still, her attention wasn’t fully garnered.

"Rama?" He called and she closed her hanging mouth as she looked at him with fluttering lashes.

"Yes?" Her voice was barely lower than a whisper as she answered, she could feel her bowels rumbling with hunger and her restraint to drink blood slowly crumbled, she would literally dig her fangs into any unfortunate soul at that moment, but the fact that she might not be able to stop made her anxious.

"You need to feed." He said with a serious tone, but she didn’t oppose anymore, rather she nodded. The only thing on her mind right then was to quench the burning thirst that made her throat scorch with an undeniable hunger.

"You can feed from me." He said, extending his arm to her, but her brows furrowed.

"Huh? No way! I won’t!" She screeched, but she could feel her restraint dissolving into thin air with every second she spent stealing glances of his neck. Everytime his adam’s apple bobbled up and down his throat, she could feel the rising thirst and the unbearable urge to dig her fangs into his skin.

"You look hungry and I doubt whoever you feed from will survive unless you’re okay with that." He implied calmly and silence hung in the air as she weighed the possibilities of her choices.

Certainly, she wouldn’t want to drain an innocent person to death, but even if she drained Draco, he wouldn’t die, he was immortal after all.

Her eyes dropped to his outstretched arm but then it averted to her neck and with an inhumane precision, she grabbed his neck and pulled him closer, before he could react at her sudden movement, she dug her fangs into his flesh.

The moment her teeth sank into his flesh to draw blood, her crimson eyes dilated with an electrifying spark as his blood flowed into her mouth. The feel of the juicy texture coating her tongue was unlike anything she had ever tasted.

He was birthed from an infernal lineage but the taste of his exquisite blood rushing into her mouth brought her straight to heaven as she touched the clouds of bliss.

Sinking her teeth deeper into his skin, she savoured the taste and warmth of his blood as it spewed into her mouth, flowing down her parched throat to relieve her of her burning thirst and satiate her voracious hunger.

But even as her hunger had been satisfied, the overpowering urge to keep drinking plunged her mind into a state of delirium.

She grasped him tightly, preventing his escape even as he tried to slip out of her hold, but her grip was surprisingly strong, so he let her be till she drank to her satisfaction.

After a long moment of feeding, she finally retracted her fangs from his skin and released him. He staggered slightly as she had almost drained him dry, his pale skin lost its glow as it took in an ashen dulled hue, but he healed quickly.

He watched her in amusement as she licked off the smear of blood that trickled from the edge of her lips, savoring the taste with a satisfied expression etched on her face as it glowed brighter than before.

It felt as if her cells had been rejuvenated back to life and the energy she had lost had been regained in double, at that moment she felt as if she could singlehandedly take out the devil himself.

She could feel the surge of an inexplicable power spread through her body, her veins sparkled with an electrifying regal intensity that left her reeling in the phenomenal sensation coursing through her veins like she was high on adrenaline.

A sigh left her lips, unable to comprehend the amazing sensation she felt, it was simply amazing, she felt more amazing than she ever did, like she was taking a breath for the first time in her life.

Although, not only did the transition modify her physical appearance, her emotional sense was altered too as she no longer felt that unnerving sense of anxiety, rather she felt a sense of boldness and strength.

But then, something strange happened that made Draco’s brows furrow.

"Your eyes.." He pointed out and she suddenly veered around to look at herself in the mirror only to be left perplexed by what she saw.

The dark crimson hue of her eyes were literally swirling like diluted blood until it dissipated entirely to be replaced with a shade of her jade eyes.

She stared back at him in confusion, silently asking for an explanation.