Chapitre 274: Acting a god

With a swift movement, Blake reached out and grabbed the man's arm, his grip iron-tight as he drew him closer. "So here's how it's going to go," he said, his voice cold and menacing. "I'm going to feed on you, whether you like it or not."

The man struggled against Blake's hold, but it was futile. With a swift motion, Blake sank his teeth into the man's neck.

As the warm, intoxicating blood flowed into his throat, Blake felt a surge of energy pulsating through his veins. It was like an electric current, coursing through every fiber of his being, igniting a fire within him. His tongue danced with delight as he savored the rich, metallic taste of the blood.

It was an experience unlike any other, better than any wine he had ever tasted. With each swallow, he felt his strength replenishing, his senses sharpening, and a euphoric rush washing over him. He had only intended to take a little, just enough to sustain himself, but the primal urge within him took over.