Take Me Once, I'll Bleed You Twice novel Chapter 92

His gréine shifted and he felt her body stiffen. “Good morning,” he said as he reluctantly put an end to his stroking of her hair. Holding her now would or cause the mate bond to interfere, so he rolled onto his back and sat up before she was able to say anything.

“Did you… actually sleep?,” she asked.

“Yes,” he nodded, turning to look at Beatrice. She hadn’t moved, though her gaze was fixed on him. What was going on behind those beautiful, green eyes hers, he wondered absently.

“Why?”

Riaghaire looked away as he tried to think of how to explain his actions without sounding incredibly selfish. Saying he did it because it meant he could h her without worrying that the mate bond would interfere, would sound like he was taking advantage of his gréine while she slept. Which was, technically, true in a way. But he’d have never done it if they hadn’t had their earlier conversation.

It was… an awkward problem.

Then again, shouldn’t he be honest with her, regardless of how she might react?

“I… wanted to hold you for a while…,” he finally replied, speaking slowly as he glanced at her out of the corner of his eye.

“Okay,” was all she said in response.

Riaghaire stared at her for a long moment, watching as she yawned before sliding out of bed. She didn’t seem bothered that he’d taken advantage of the situation. A smile tugged at his mouth. Unlike with Hendricks, whom she purposefully refused to acknowledge any feelings towards, Beatrice wasn’t at odd: with how she felt towards the vampire; she was simply confused as to their origin.

It was obvious the mate bond was taking a toll on her, as every day she took/small white tablets to help with the headache it gave her – or so she’d explained when asked. Beatrice had also begun to ‘space out’, as she called it, from time to time – gazing into the distance, as if some stray thought had caught her attention. Whenever she snapped back, an annoyed look would settle on her face. He didn’t like it. Not one bit. But there was nothing he could do other than stand by her side. It was frustrating.

However, though the bond was taking its toll, she was still able to feel something for Riaghaire – even going so far as to admit it. This gave him hope for the future.

His gréine grabbed some clothes and left the room. She always changed in the bathroom. Riaghaire had no issue changing in her esence, though he d quickly learned that she had an issue with it. Eventually, he reminded himself, that would change but, until then, it was a difficult thing to consider hes comfort level and wait until she was no longer present before changing

The house rule regarding his need to be by Beatrice’s side or in their bedroom had stopped being enforced as Claire became more comfortable with his presence. It was obvious she was still suspicious of his intentions, but had accepted he wouldn’t suckdenly go berserk and kill them both.

Or maybe it was because he hadn’t said a word to his greine about the blonda secret. He really didn’t care about the why, only that he could now wandma about freely, should he so choose

He moved to the kitchen, which was empty, before entering the living room and taking a seat on the couch with a small sigh. There was a note on the coffee table from Claire, stating she’d already left for work and would see them later

Beatrice emerged from the bathroom after a few minutes, smelling of that perfume he wished she would stop using if there weren 1 Others who could use their nose as he did, Riaghaire would have asked if she could forego using it. As things were, however, it was a layer of protection against any who may wish

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Chapter 92

har han i masked her scent enough to prevent the wolves from being able to instantly know she was someone’s mate, which was the most important thing. He could live with that if it meant she was even a little bit safer.

“Think Claire will kill me if I ate the last of the cereat?,” his gréine inquired from the kitchen.

“Kill you? No. But she may yell at you. She has, however, already left for work, so she will not know until later

There was a pause. “Cereal it is.”

A sharp knock at the door stopped the vampire from saying anything in response. He turned his head to stare in the direction of the front door his gréine was casually walking towards. As it was still daytime, he was unable to answer it without risk, but that didn’t mean he would allow her to do so without him nearby. Riaghaire was on his feet, following a few steps behind.

Beatrice peered out the peephole and made an ‘hmm’ noise. She glanced back, as if to verify he was close by, before opening the door.

Though it was still daytime, the sky was overcast with dark clouds. A storm was coming and Riaghaite was certain it would hit within the next day. This meant the outside world felt dark – oppressive.

Two people stood just outside the door, both wearing thick sweaters with hoods pulled up to cast most of their face in shadow. The temperature was too warm for the clothes they wore, as not a single bit of skin was visible other than their mouths. “Hello there,” the one who’d knocked greeted his gréine with a smile, the deep voice telling them it was a man beneath the hood.

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