She just stares up at me, breathless and boneless and in her dazed expression, I see no shame—only wonder.
And a hunger that now mirrors my own.
57
IRENA
I feel boneless…I’ve never come so hard in my life. And I know that isn’t saying much—after all, I’ve only started reaching the peak since I met Valen and agreed to let him bite me every night for blood. But still…the pleasure he gave me just now was almost more than I could handle.
But speaking of biting, I realize he hasn’t bitten me yet tonight. I wonder why.
“Hey, sweetheart—how are you feeling?” He moves from between my legs to come lay beside me. He puts an arm around me and strokes a strand of hair out of my eyes. “Feeling better?”
“Much better,” I admit. I look at him shyly. “Thank you for helping me.”
“Believe me, Princess, it was my pleasure.” He licks his lips and gives me a wolfish grin that makes me blush. “Mine and my Drake’s,” he adds. “He helped a little.”
“Did he?” I’m surprised but not upset. “Your tongue…”
“His tongue—well, our tongue,” he corrects me. “He wanted to taste you too and his tongue is much longer than mine. I hope you don’t mind.”
I find that I don’t. After meeting his Drake and feeling how much he cares for me, how can I be upset? Besides, he’s part of Valen…and though he’s supposed to be my enemy, I realize I don’t quite think of him that way anymore.
“I don’t mind,” I tell him. “But…are you all right? You haven’t bitten me yet tonight.”
“Mmm, and do you want me to bite you?” he asks, raising an eyebrow.
I can feel myself blushing again.
“Well, I mean, don’t you need my blood? You and your Drake?”
“Yes, but I can skip a night if you’re too tired,” he remarks. “Unless you want to be bitten.”
I bite my bottom lip. Oh Goddess, it’s so embarrassing but I do want to be bitten. It feels good when he bites me. Better than good. And though I just came a minute ago, I’m already feeling ready to come again.
“I do want you to bite me,” I admit, my voice coming out breathless.
“Then I’ll bite you, Princess,” he growls softly and I see that his fangs have come down. So long and sharp—I can’t wait to feel them piercing the flesh of my inner thigh.
“Go on,” I say and spread my legs for him again.
“Mmm, I might have to kiss your pretty little pussy again while I’m down there,” he warns.
My cheeks get hot and my heart starts to pound again.
“Go ahead…I don’t mind,” I murmur.
“Good girl,” he growls and then he slides between my thighs again and gets to work.
His head dips, and the first touch isn't his mouth on my thigh, but right back where I'm still throbbing and sensitive from before. A low, hungry groan vibrates against my inner pussy as he gives me a long, slow lick.
My back arches off the bed instantly, a sharp gasp tearing from my throat.
"Oh!" I moan.
"Tastes even better now," he murmurs, his voice a hot rumble against my skin. "All sweet and all mine."
He doesn't tease this time. He dives in with a focused intensity that steals my breath. His tongue is broader, hotter than before—I can feel the difference, the subtle, primal shift as the Drake's influence blends with his own. It fucks into me deeper—curling against spots that make stars burst behind my eyelids.
