Sinful Mates 1-3 novel Chapter 81

　　Theo’s POV

　　From the moment I sunk my fangs into her neck, I could feel it. Slithering through her bloodstream. Her blood tasted the same as before she changed, which quite shocked me. The initial taste of it hitting my tongue overwhelmed me, so much that I felt my grip on her throat become tighter. Bloodlust taking over completely. But that’s not all I tasted. At first, I didn’t recognise what it was. Well, until I felt its icy tendrils seep into me. I knew something was wrong when I first sank my fangs into her but couldn’t figure out what until I felt it.

　　The darkness that has been plaguing her, addictive and sweet. Yet so cold. I haven’t felt the cold since I was changed, but this was like ice cold and I couldn’t help but shiver as I felt it consume me, I tried to pull away, but I felt the darkness sink into me, refusing to let me go. Making me crave it like a drug addict. I could literally feel it bleeding into my soul, scarring it as it left its mark there forever, tainting the darkest parts of me.

　　If insanity had a flavour, this was it, sitting on the verge between slipping from light to darkness. I felt Imogen wriggling trying to loosen my grip on her, but I just held on tighter, refusing to let go. I knew I should have the moment I felt it, yet I couldn’t seem to pry my lips away from her neck, and after a while I didn’t want to anymore. My hunger becoming insatiable when I felt the darkness leave her, her blood changing taste to an entirely different level of purity and I could taste her magic. Strong and powerful, flexing like a muscle as it pulsed through her.

　　Imogen went limp against me. Yet it still wasn’t enough. I could feel the darkness leave her and creep over me like a snake wrapping itself around me. Tobias’s voice pulling me out of my hunger filled craze, when I felt him grab my hand that was on her waist.

　　“Theo, let her go she is out” His voice was stern and laced in panic. When I couldn’t let her go. He suddenly ripped her forward, her body pulling from my grip as she slumped onto his chest. I growled, and it sounded foreign even to me. Sadistic and crazed.

　　“Theo, stop” he growled warningly at me, before I felt his claws dig into my arm and I realised I was trying to take her back from him. I froze realising I was being taken over by the darkness that consumed her, I fight against it shaking the feeling off though it never left, I feel it move about my body wriggling under my skin trying to find its way back in.

　　Tobias rolled between my legs, turning and laying Imogen beside him, her hair falling over her face. She was so blue looking, drained of life, and the sight was quite shocking to witness. Standing up, I moved to the window, forcing myself away from her. Tobias glanced at me and I could tell he was feeling through the bond, trying to figure out what was wrong. My fangs aching in my gums, almost throbbing the pain so great. Hunger was something I usually had a good grip on, but whatever magic she possessed was throwing my control out the window.

　　“You okay?” he asked, brushing Imogen’s hair out of her face.

　　“Fine” I tell him but the words a slurred from my fangs still protruding painfully.

　　“Shit Theo, she is ice cold,” Tobias says making me walk over to her.

　　“She is fine. If she was dead, you would have felt the bond break. I can hear her heart still; it is just faint” I tell him. He nods before tucking the blanket under chin.

　　“What was that? I could feel it taking you over through the bond” Tobias asks. I didn’t know how to explain it.

　　“I’m not sure, whatever magic she possesses, was dark and light at the same time. It wouldn’t let me go.”

　　“What do you mean, Theo?,” he said looking at her then back to me.

　　“I don’t know how to explain it. I have drank from witches before, you can taste their element in their blood, but Imogen’s was different.”

　　“How?”

　　“Like, she tasted like all of them combined, like it was too much overpowering everything. To think I thought she was crazy when she said she wanted to take down the council. But after tasting whatever that was, I have no doubt she could.”