We all froze. Aiko’s fangs poised above my wrist, and Rilen’s face locked in surprise.
I finally forced time to move again. “Lord Aiko needs blood, and I am the only one willing to give him my wrist, apparently. We can’t ride into Savion’s lair with our only vampire lacking blood.”
His visage unlocked, and he walked over. “Really? No one at all? I was sure that one of our lovely druid ladies would want to know that pleasure.”
Motioning me to stand, I had no choice. Rilen sat in the same chair and pulled me back into his lap.
I gave him a questioning glance. “Rilen?”
“This is not a terrible pleasure you should bear alone,ilati.” He brushed some wild curls away from my face. “If the mistress is willing to offer, we will take guard.”
I leaned into his ear, suppressing a smile. “Jealous?”
“Protective,” he answered. “You should not have to do this alone.”
“I’m not alone.”
But I realized what he was really doing there. He didn’ttrustAiko yet. Not with me. He could trust all the intel the man shared, and the updates to the maps and the information on Savion’s army…but when it came to me, and my sharing my very blood with him, Rilen wasn’t ready to trusthim.
“It’s perfectly fine with me if Master Rilen wishes to stay. Sharing is not always private.”
“He needs the blood, Rilen.”
Bobbing his head, Rilen agreed. “I know,ilati.”
Aiko gave a sad smile. “You’ll keep her on your lap?”
“I will.”
Fighting him was going to be too much trouble and too much time. We had to get going.
I held out my arm again, and Aiko adjusted his chair and distance. Leaning my head into the crook of Rilen’s neck, I closed my eyes.
“Brace yourself,” I whispered.
“What?”
But there wasn’t time to answer.
Aiko’s teeth found my vein immediately, and the moan escaped me. His lips barely moved, encircling the wounds. He pulled on my blood, and I squirmed, the sensation lighting up my sex.
He pulled again, again, again, each time sending a jolt through me, straight to my core.
Finally, I exploded. The orgasm had me arching my back, pressing myself into Rilen.
Rilen covered my mouth with his and swallowed my screams. His arms were tight, holding my body against his as the utter bliss raced through me.
Another smaller one followed as Aiko swiped his tongue to seal my wrist.
He dropped a quick kiss on my palm.
Before I could say a thing, he stood and bowed stiffly. “Thank you, Mistress Breaker. Have you need of mine?”
“No, Lord Aiko. I’m still more than a week away from the bloodlust.”
He nodded, and untied his horse, leading it away.
Rilen stared at me in his lap. “Every time? You come every time?”
