"No, I'm not. I mean that I'm craving…" I stare at her neck, conflicted.
I'm a necromancer now. Aren't I?
So, what the hell is wrong with me? Why does the thought of Maven's blood send mouthwatering desire coursing through me? Why are my teeth aching the way they always used to before my fangs emerged?
Maven registers what I mean and seems thoughtful. "Try it."
"No. It's wrong. If I'm no longer a blood fae, I shouldn't be?—"
"Says who?" she challenges. She brushes dark hair off of her beautiful neck, reaching up to tease one of her nipples, so now I'm both aroused out of my mind and salivating again. "Bite me, Silas."
Fangs descend just as I bite her neck.
The intoxicatingly potent flavor of Maven's magic sears across my tongue, and I moan, immediately drawing deeply from her as I begin thrusting again. The euphoric rush of pleasure-feeding and fucking at once sends me into an unbridled frenzy, and soon Maven is trying to muffle her cries as the headboard bangs against the wall.
Sangfluir, I think frantically, unable to control myself as I bite the other side of her neck and twist her hair in my grip. Her addictive blood drips from my chin, the scent of it pushing me into a new brand of madness.
Maven gasps abruptly. Her pussy squeezes me so fucking tight that I can't breathe as her orgasm claims her. Slamming deep and finally releasing her neck, I grit my teeth as I findmy own release. The sharp wash of pleasure only cements my eternal need for her.
The newlybound buzz of voracious arousal eases slightly between us. As soon as I catch my breath and begin to think with clarity, I grimace at the sight of Maven's neck.
I lost all control,I lament in my head.I hurt you again.
My keeper smiles, her eyes alight with satisfaction. "I like it when you lose control. But if it bothers you, give it a try."
She means…try to heal her.
Licking my lips clean, I pull out and can't help the surge of satisfaction I feel watching my cum begin to leak out of her well-loved pussy. Refocusing takes a moment, but I move my hands over her neck and mutter the necromantic healing spell I memorized from forbidden books long ago.
The words taste acrid. Bitter cold sweeps through my body as my blackened fingertips tingle—but the bite wounds on Maven's neck begin to close until there are only streaks of her delicious blood remaining.
Maven's alluringly dark essence deepens, and I examine her for a moment, again trying in vain to understand what I'm sensing from her. Whatever it is, it compels me.
My keeper nods knowingly. "The necromancers used to say I emanated death. That's what you're sensing. You'll pick up on it more around fresh kills like I do. But now that you've fueled…"
She looks at the door meaningfully. My heart pounds as I raise my hand and try the handle again from this distance. To my astonishment, it slowly swings open through a crimson swirl of red blood magic.
I blink down at Maven.
"You're a hybrid caster like me now," she deduces quietly, frowning.
Clearly, she's right. Buthow?Is it because my keeper is so powerful? Is that what has given me this ability, or was it someother fluke of nature? Is this a flaw that will create problems for us later?
I was more than willing to sacrifice my magic for her. I was prepared to lose it all, never to open my eyes again so long as I knew she remained alive in this world—let my renowned blood magic be damned.
So, is my magic really not affected? How…anticlimactic.
Utterly strange, yet also thrilling.
A buzzing sound from a nearby dresser draws our attention, and my succulent keeper slips out of the bed to pick up an old flip phone. She checks the number.
"It's Kenzie. I tried calling her earlier to make sure her quintet is okay. She probably realized this is my burner."
When she regards me as if debating if she should leave me alone again, I put her mind at ease. "I'm capable of fending for myself,sangfluir. Apparently, more so than ever."
I'm still pissed at you for trying to sacrifice yourself for me, she sternly says through our link.
Tell me to atone with apologies between your pretty thighs again, and I will happily do so.
