Malachi pulled back with a gasp. He licked his lips. "Are you hurt, Scotty?"
"Huh? No. Like, not even a little bit." I put my hand to my neck, which wasn't sore at all. The only indication Malachi had bitten me was the leftover spot of saliva. "Are you sure you bit me?"
"Yes, I'm sure, considering this was my first time."
I felt strangely happy to know that I took Malachi's blood-drinking virginity.
A baffled expression came over Malachi's face. "Are you certain you didn't feel me drinking your blood?"
"Nope. I feel great." I tilted my head and rubbed my neck. "I actually feel less dizzy than I did before. Almost like you sucked my anemia away. Is that possible?"
We exchanged a long, confused glance.
"You know, I'm not sure," Malachi said ponderously. "Mallorydidremind me that fated mates sometimes possess magical qualities..."
"They do? You didn't tell me that! Man, this fated mates thing is awesome. What about you? Are you consumed by an overwhelming urge to kill me?"
Malachi shook his head tentatively, like he was awed by what was happening. "Not at all. I found the single bite satisfying. I wouldn't say no if you were to offer again, but it was easy to stop."
I laughed as joy bubbled out of me. "Malachi, this is amazing! You have miracle fangs!"
Tentative hope danced across Malachi's face. "Miracle fangs... whoever heard of such a preposterous thing?" He laughed softly, but his expression told me he wanted to believe it. His hands smoothed down the small of my back, pulling me closer. "Thank you, Scotty. For letting me indulge myself."
I grinned. "And taking your blood virginity."
"Yes, and that too," he said wryly. "Now, if you don't mind..."
Malachi bucked his hips, plowing his cock deep inside me, making me cry out with a loud gasp.
"I'd like to get back to fucking you," he purred next to my ear.
I grappled his shoulder blades for purchase as he resumed his thrusts. The pleasure kicked back into full gear, robbing me of the ability for intelligent speech. All that came out of me were moans and whimpers and encores of, "Yes, yes, yes..."
Was it possible that the pleasure was even stronger now? Maybe it was my imagination, but after Malachi bit my neck, my sensations were intensified. Every thrust was a blow directly to my pleasure centers, shooting electric jolts across my skin. I buried my face in Malachi's neck and breathed in his wonderful scent. I didn't notice until I was doing so, but Malachi was doing the exact same thing—his lips and nose were pressed to my neck, and he huffed me deeply like I was a drug he couldn't get enough of.
The tight coil of arousal simmering below my belly tipped into a boil. My muscles tensed. I moaned loudly and dug my nails into Malachi's shoulders.
"Malachi," I whined. "I'm gonna—"
"Come for me," Malachi growled.
Well, shit. I couldn't refuse my vampire boyfriend, could I?
My mind blanked out. A wave of pleasure engulfed me. My body tightened, clamping down on Malachi's cock as I came. My fated mate followed shortly. With a low, sexy groan, he emptied himself deep inside me, filling me to the brim.
When I regained my senses, I started to laugh.
"What is it?" Malachi asked.
"So, this is embarrassing, but sometimes I get super dizzy after I come."
"Because of your anemia?"
"I think so. I lose track of time and spend too long, uh, working on myself, and it just turns into a whole ordeal where I'm woozy by the end of it..." I grinned at him. "But that didn't happen this time. What if you really did cure me?"
Malachi's expression was bursting with adoration. "Thatwouldbe a miracle, wouldn't it?" His gaze drifted down to my belly. He gave it a soft, loving pat. "Perhaps there's a way to test this theory."
I tilted my head. "How's that?"
