One of his knees slid between my legs. I jolted at the contact, heat roiling in my core.
Redd’s weight settled on top of me as his fangs sunk deeper into my skin, pain blending seamlessly with pleasure. He pinned me down, restricting my movements and holding me hostage.
He was the hunter, and I was his prey.
I writhed beneath him, trapping the moan that threatened to escape my throat. I didn’t want him to know how much I was enjoying this, but my body betrayed me.
I ground my hips against his leg as the blinding pleasure of his bite flowed through me, mindless with bliss. He growled and yanked my head back even further, and the bite of pain in my scalp heightened the delicious sensations.
Long seconds passed, and I hoped he would never stop.
I prayed to the Old Gods that he would never stop.
But eventually he did.
I felt his fangs slip from my throat, and his tongue swiped over the mark, soothing the sting.
My head was spinning, my mind blurry and my thoughts jumbled.
My vision faded into darkness as I slipped into a deep, dark sleep.
CHAPTER 24
Fiella
When I woke again, I could only tell it was morning by the thin streams of light creeping in through the window over the mountains of snow. My eyes felt gritty, not wanting to open. I rubbed the drowsiness out of my them as I slowly sat up.
My head swam dizzyingly before I steadied myself again.
Redd was sitting in the chair, his ankle propped up on his knee, reading the same book he had started last night. Something about murders. He glanced at me, casually, as though nothing had happened last night. Even his hair was tucked back into its usual tidy shape.
Was that a dream?
I hesitantly reached for my throat, and sure enough, there was a sore spot right above my jugular. His eyes tracked my hand, and his jaw clenched. His cheeks reddened slightly.
He cleared his throat. “Good morning,” he gritted out, dragging his eyes away from my throat and back to the book in his lap.
Oh, so we were playing it casually, huh? Great. Two could play that game.
“Good morning,” I mumbled, smoothing down my snarled hair and pulling myself up off the ground. “Sleep alright?” Iglanced at him as I gathered the cushions and placed them back onto the chair.
“Oh, yeah, like a baby,” he said.
I just hummed in response.Infuriating creature.
I freshened myself up in the washroom, split another pastry between Redd and I, and busied myself with organizing a box of tiny seashells.
“So… are you okay?” I asked awkwardly, unsure how to broach the topic.
Redd cleared his throat and kept his eyes on the book in his lap, though I did notice the flush spreading to his ears. “Yes. I’m fine. Thank you, by the way.” His eyes flitted up to meet mine for just a moment before they danced away again in embarrassment.
“You’re welcome. You would’ve done the same for me if the situations were reversed. We don’t have to make it weird or anything.”
“Right, right. It’s not weird.”
“Not weird at all.”
“Nope.”
