The closer the full moon gets, the more I crave sustenance. It’s the reason I lost my mind last night. Something I do not regret at all. Not when I found her by my side.
If she will give me another feed, then we will be able to reach my lair well before sundown. A place I know we’ll be safe from Tam Lin.
A place where I can decide our next steps.
Because Tam Lin is unlikely to rest, if he wants my female.
And he can’t have her.
“Okay, I’m done.” Kaitlyn puts down her plate and pats her stomach.
It’s an action which makes my spicket instantly hard.
“Your turn.” She gives me a smile which I’ve never had before when I wanted to feed and holds out her wrist.
With my spicket misbehaving, I’m not entirely sure feeding from her is going to be good for my new trousers, but we can’t risk another night at the inn.
I drop to my knees next to her and take her arm, slowly unbuttoning the cuff which covers her wrist. A slight shiver runs through her.
“I do not have to feed if you do not want me to,” I say solemnly.
I have taken what I wanted in the past to survive, and sometimes I have not asked permission. But for my Kaitlyn, I must always, always ask.
Her consent means everything.
“I want to,” she says softly.
I peel back the feather light fabric. There are two faint marks from where I fed yesterday. My feeding should never scar her, but I must be sure to change my biting spots to be sure. For now, the beating of her pulse is strong, and I can’t stop.
I lap over her skin. It has the same salty taste as the meat she offered, only better, and then I bite.
The overwhelming rush of her blood has me pulling hard, sucking down the liquid life as if I will never be able to taste her again. I get a grip on myself after the third gulp, knowing I need to savour it and knowing I have to be careful not to take too much.
Knowing I need to treat my mate as gently as I can. Because she lets me feed.
Kaitlyn moans softly. I unscrew my eyes to check on her. She is lying back in the chair, her cheeks have two red spots on them, and her eyes are closed. There is another scent, one sitting under the tang of blood, one which sets my heart pounding and my spicket on end.
A scent which makes me want to eat…something else.
While I could drink her blood until the end of time, I know I can only take so much and, with another scent to investigate, I release her wrist, lap over the punctures I have made, and follow my nose.
I snuffle my way under her skirts, the light material seemingly endless, but it’s where the scent is strongest. I can’t use my antennae in this tight space, but the scent is stronger as I stick out my tongue to taste her skin up her legs.
“Oh Linton.” My name on Kaitlyn’s lips is muffled but it is clear.
“May I taste?” I growl into the scented area.
“Yes.” She grasps at my head through the fabric.
If I thought blood was good, her skin is even better. As I get higher, the sweetness gets stronger and stronger until I reach a fabric barrier where the scent is strongest of all.
I thought my hunger was slaked with the blood she gave. I was wrong.
The barrier lasts less than a second as I tear it away with my fangs before nearly being knocked back by the flood of the scent.
I have to eat.
The first sweep of my tongue proves to me this is going to be one of the best meals in my life. I hear muffled groans, and it would appear my Kaitlyn likes my attentions. I trace over the delicious opening, finding a little jewel at the apex which causes more of the nectar to pour from her.
