The Frenzy Series (Book 2): Frantic Read Free

“Make me stop,” I breathed.
    I felt him tense beneath the hand on his chest. “What if I don’t want you to?” Who was this Tage—the one who insinuated that he wasn’t only talking about feeding me?
    I tensed, too. “You have to. I need your help. I can’t survive this without you.”
    Tage had been through this change recently, which meant he would know how to help me. He could show me how to control the urges and sensations, since that was all this was. My emotions were running away with me.
    His body was warm and hard against mine as I groaned and licked the flesh of his neck. “You don’t have to numb me. I’m not human.” His voice was scratchy, despite the fact that he just drank my dinner.
    “Hmm.” He tasted good. The pulsing of blood beneath the skin, my fangs piercing him, driving them deeper, slicing through layer after layer of him until at last, they punctured him. The blood in him flooded my mouth and tasted like divinity. This was heaven--exactly what I needed and had been missing. I groaned and gathered him to me. Drinking and drinking and...Tage began to slump.
    “That’s enough, Porschia,” he whispered, trying to push me away.
    I pulled him close, still gulping. My fingers were steel. I was so strong.
    “Porschia, you’re draining me.”
    From above us on the ridge came Roman’s voice. “I should let her finish you off.”
    That made me do it. That made me ease my fangs out of Tage’s throat and turn my attention to Roman. He stood tall as he looked down at us, like he thought he was some sort of king, some sort of god. But he was nothing. Anger blazed beneath my fingertips, searing me from the inside out. This was his fault. Tage tried to help me. He fed me. But Roman wanted to remove my head. I could see it in his dark, empty eyes.
    He was a void and I would pour all of my anger into him.
     

     
    Tage weakly crawled over to the bear’s prone body and began to drink more blood. He hadn’t drained it after all, although I wasn’t sure if five night-walkers could. It was easily six hundred pounds of animal, but it was dead, so what did I know?
    Bouncing back and forth on the balls of my feet, I clenched and unclenched my fists before launching myself at Roman. Too preoccupied with shooting daggers at Tage, he never even saw me coming. Pinning him to the ground with one hand gripping his throat, he struggled and panted, trying to buck me off of him the way I did with Mercedes just a short while ago.
    “Get off me!” he seethed.
    “No!” I shouted. His head fit nicely between my hands. One quick twist...
    Hands clamped around my waist from behind and pulled me off and away from Roman. I kicked and thrashed until I broke the hold and then saw Tage standing beside me, eyes and arms stretched wide. “She’s strong!” he yelled to Roman.
    “No kidding,” Roman muttered, finding the strength to pull his own sorry ass up from the ground.
    I started toward him again, when all of a sudden a strange sound caught my attention. Rustling, from the right. Then, a high-pitched keening.
    Hands over my ears, I tried to shut it out, rocking back and forth. They were so close. They were coming. Mercedes wasn’t finished with me. She was coming back and I would kill her. I wouldn’t be able to stop myself if she started another fight, but I didn’t want to kill my sister.
    No.
    No.
    No.
    “Hey,” Tage whispered, gently wrapping an arm around my shoulders. “They aren’t here. It came from several valleys away. They’re making their way around toward the city.”
    I looked up and eased my palms from my ears, making sure the sound wasn’t waiting for me. “It did?” The noise had sounded so close. I pressed fingers to my ears to make sure they weren’t bleeding. “None of this makes any sense,” I said, my voice breaking. “The noise, the light, the hunger, the sick feeling, the pain.”
    “What sick feeling?”
    “I feel so sick right now.” Cool beads of sweat formed on my