“Press down.”
Aiko was right. The teeth were needle sharp and slipped through his skin with almost no effort. A little startled at how easy it was, the fangs withdrew from his wrist, and his blood filled my mouth.
Holy shit.
My mind wanted to be disgusted, but my taste buds danced and sang with the flavor of him on my tongue.
A tart flavor with a hint of copper, he also had the flavor of dark chocolate and mint. Cool mint to match the cool pine I associated with him. It was the most amazing flavor mixed with the most heartbreaking emotions I had ever been party to. . .
I let him fill my mouth and swallowed.
There weren’t words. Not curses or blessings to scream out at what it felt like to have his blood flow into me, to take away the pain in my stomach. Sweet, delicious, fulfilling, sexual—
Another long low moan left me and joined one from Aiko.
“Suck, Kimber,” he managed to whisper. “Just suck. Don’t prolong this. It is what we need right now, and that is all. Listen to your magic. It will tell you when you’ve had enough.”
I pulled on his vein, and the sensuality of something so intimate was hard to ignore.
Aiko wasn’t having any luck ignoring the sensation, either. He was hard as a rock against my back.
Impressively so.
Closing my eyes, I pushed away from those feelings, and just concentrated on taking what I needed from his vein.
It didn’t work very well.
Still, I tried not to pay attention. I followed the magic and listened to it.
It wasdifferentnow. Fuller, complete. Filled with power, currently seeking the blooded half of it, I could feel this would only satisfy one half of what I was capable of holding now.
It had been the vampire half of me that had been holding back my full magic.
…finished…
I pulled back, and instinct took over—I swiped my tongue over the vein I had fed from, sealing it instantly.
“Fuck…” Aiko hissed behind me and pressed me forward just a bit. “Like I was goddamn teenager…” He climbed off the bed quickly and disappeared into the head—er, bath.
“Are you okay, my lord?” I called.
“Yes, I just…” His voice disappeared into the sound of running water.
This was going to be the death of us.
A minute later, he walked out and sighed. “Sorry.”
“No. No apologies. This is what we need.” I lay on my side on the bed and motioned him up. “Come on. Your turn.”
“I feel wrong.”
“So did I for a moment.”
I patted the bed, and he moved to lie in front of me, his back to my chest. He groaned a little when he felt the pillow-softness of my breasts but returned to himself quickly.
I rested my arm across his chest, and he moved it closer to his mouth. “Just what I need.”
“Of course,” I nodded.
