Blood Lust

Xavier

Flesh meeting brutally against flesh drumming in the clearing. Blows after deadly blows loud in the evening air. The chill of the breeze would have cowered lesser men but for him, it was a minute nuisance and nothing to what he had experienced on the battlefields.

"Again," gritting his teeth, he growled, blocking swift attacks by sharp weapons. His beast was at the back of his mind but following the rigorous and deadly training he had commandeered for the day. Grunts of pain and deep breaths of exertion filled the training ground.

His beloved should be awake by now. Too aware of his Mish, he felt her. She was looking for him.

Any control he had to exercise to stay away from her almost made him berserk. His beast was snarling at him, craving for their mate, not understanding why he had to stay away.

The Vampire King had to do what he had to do to ease her suffering. There was no time to ask for her permission and she was losing a lot of blood. His only goal was to save her