An inkling of suspicion took hold, but Kythel clasped me tighter, dragging me fully against his hard, unyielding form. His tongue lapped at the bite, hot and slick and ravenous and seeking, and I felt another heavy pull, one that made my eyes roll back and my knees buckle.
He caught me as I moaned, my clit beginning to tingle and ache and throb.
“Kythel!” I gasped.
I felt the pinch of his claws prick into my hips, the heat of his blood from his cut palm seeping into the blanket. It was becoming too much. Overwhelming. I was scared. Scared of what this might mean.
The agreement,came the rational thought.
My father.
Kythel had given me what I’d asked for. Without even blinking. In mere moments, he had fixed a deep fear that had been plaguing me for months.
So, instead of pulling away, I decided to submit to the pleasure. I slid my hand into his silken black hair, holding him to me. He groaned, the unmistakable hard press of his cock becoming all the more evident with every passing moment.
He felt it too. This madness. I was glad I wasn’t alone.
He’d suspected too, hadn’t he?
I don’t know how I’ll react. Don’t be frightened, whatever happens,sasiral,was what he’d said before he’d bit me.
He’dknown. That was why my scent called to him. Why he’d wanted me to name my price. Because that was how desperate he’d been to taste my blood. It all made sense.
“Take what you need,” I breathed. “Take everything you need from me, Kythel.”
It was very likely that I was his blood mate, after all.
CHAPTER22
KYTHEL
Her voice sounded both far away and too close. But there was no denying the need, the dizzying relief, the aggressive urgency that her words triggered within me.
“Take everything you need from me, Kythel.”
The first taste of her blood had me spiraling. The second, third, fourth pull? The luscious, silken heat of her blood as it soaked my tongue?
I was in ecstasy. I couldn’t get enough. I didn’t know if I would—or could—ever be satisfied again. Not like this.
My vest was getting tighter by the second, the clasps beginning to press against the growing muscles. The seams were stretching. The flood of chemical processes triggered by the taste of mykyrana’s blood was something I’d never experienced before. It could hardly be believed, even though I’d seen the evidence of it within my own twin.
The aggression was rising, doubling and compounding by the moment. The edge of my control was fast approaching. I could actuallyfeelit. I could actually feel that tipping point, held in suspension in the ether of my mind, a decision I had to actively fight against in fear that I would hurt Millie. In fear that I would cross a boundary I wouldn’t be able to return from—not without losing something irreplaceable.
Resignation and grief mingled with desire and possession.
My claws bit into the swells of her hips, clutching her to me tighter as I drank more greedily. Pinning her against my body as my cock pulsed, the knot at the base of my shaft throbbing. I felt like I was held on the edge of release. Just one more buck of my hips against her might get me there. A maddening sensation. One that only made me more ravenous.
Her moan spurred me on. I drank deeper. Harder. Mindlessly.
I could drink her dry,came the stray, dark thought.
“Vaan,” I cursed roughly, muffled against her throat.
Thatthought made me retract my fangs and pull myself away from her with a guttural growl. Millie’s hand flew to her neck. I saw the bite marks drip maroon.
I pressed the pad of my thumb to my fangs, drawing out venom. “Come.”
She approached on wobbling legs, the blanket askew, and I reached forward to swipe my finger over the wound, my blood mixing with the clear venom. The bleeding stopped. Almost instantly, the skin began to close up, mending, repairing.
