She slowly pulled my hands back toward her neck. Gently.
“It’s okay, Redd. I know how it goes. I’m a vampire too, remember? Just drink from me a little, it’ll make you feel so much better.”
Her pupils were blown wide, and she was slightly panting. I couldn’t tell if it was fear or something else that was causing her body to react strangely, but I could hardly focus on that with the red haze tugging at my senses.
All I could think about was her blood, hot and sweet and pumping rapidly through her veins. Drumming, thundering, deafening.
It took me a moment to register what she was saying.
“No!” I snarled. I couldn’t. I shouldn’t.
Mine. Mine. Mine.
Woah, where did that come from?Fiella wasnotmine.
I shook my head to clear my thoughts and tried to pull myself off of her again.
Her grip tightened, and her nails dug into my flesh. Her face tightened into a mask of determination.
My fierce creature.No! Not mine. What the fuck, Redd, snap out of it.
“Just do it, you stubborn man. We’re both adults here, and the fates know how long we’re going to be stuck here together. Just get it over with while you still have some rationality left in you, so you don’t end up ripping my throat open later and bleeding me dry.” Her voice was strangely breathy.
She shivered at that last statement, a flash of alarm crossing her features.
No. I would never rip her throat open. That was absurd.
My thoughts were at war.
The darkness was creeping in again, muddling my thoughts further.
After long seconds, I decided that she was right, and I couldn’t hold myself back anymore.
I leaned forward, taking a deep inhale of her sweet berry scent, braced myself, and let my fangs sink into the silky skin of her throat.
Oh, fuck.
CHAPTER 23
Fiella
Ouch.
I had never been bit by another vampire before, but gods damn did it sting.
Wait.
Oh.
Oh.
My veins flooded with warmth, and the sensation pooled in my stomach.
Redd latched on harder, letting out a sound somewhere between a growl and a groan. I could hear his heart thundering as he swallowed me down, pulling my blood into his mouth, his throat working rhythmically.
He adjusted his position on top of me, trying to get a better angle to access my vein while he drank.
He threaded his fingers into my hair, lifting my head and tilting it slightly.
