“Yes,” I whispered. “I was prepared to accept it, but I think she suspected…that maybe…”
“I know what she suspected,” Kythel said, stroking his thumb over the bruise on my cheek. I watched his jaw tick as he inspected it. I would be lying if I said it didn’t warm me in some way, knowing he didn’t like seeing the mark. He did care for me. Just like I cared for him. As strange as our friendship was to an outsider looking in, we did care about each other.
I only feared that I would caretoomuch by the time he was done with me.
And he would be done with me. Eventually.
“She was right to be nervous,” he added.
My breath hitched. “She was?”
He inclined his head, those blue eyes glowing.
His voice roughened when he asked, “Did you take yourbaanyetoday?”
“Yes,” I whispered, anticipation rising.
“Good. That’s my goodsasiral,” he praised, and my hands gripped his vest tighter, a thrum of desire making the room feel entirely too hot. “Take off your cloak. I need you again.”
CHAPTER24
MILLIE
It felt like flying, that exhilarating rush pumping my blood, fluttering my belly.
I moaned, “Kythel.”
His feeding wasn’t urgent tonight. It was a slow, gentle thing, but it was steadily driving me mad.
He was sitting with his back to the wall, his wings gently tucked around us. I was straddling his lap with his fangs lodged deeply into my neck, that sense of heavy fullness a comfort. Every lap of his tongue made me jerk and twitch and squirm. Every greedy suck made me wetter until I feared I was soaking through the material of my new pants.
I didn’t know what the rules were between us. The rules of akyranafeeding. We hadn’t discussed it. Kythel wouldn’t tell me, but I sensed that he was trying to push me to the brink. That he was trying to make me shatter in his lap, testing the limits, curious about how I would respond to this.
Did he think I wouldn’t come in his lap? Was this a game between us, to see who would succumb to the pleasure first? Because Kythel’s cock was unmistakably hard beneath me and every moan that escaped my throat made him buck up into me—that sweet, perfect pressure hitting all the right places between my thighs.
“Ohhh,” I breathed, feeling my clit pulse. Even with his fangs in my neck, I was entirely too empty. I’d missed sex. Missed the feeling of a heavy, needful body against me. I’d enjoyed it with my past partners—all two of them—but with Kythel, I knew it would be different. Much, much different. It would feel like a brand. One I’d carry with me through the remainder of my life.
Was I ready for that?
My nails bit into the back of his neck, holding him to me. I felt his deep, desperate groan reverberate into my skin before I heard it.
I was going to come. This had gone on much too long. Kythel was thick and hard beneath me. Every pull of my blood made the edges of my vision spark, little stars bursting. I felt an icy chill pass through my hair—another soul on the moon winds—but it was a welcome distraction, to cool the impending heat.
Kythel’s muffled curse pressed into my neck as I rocked my hips. I was too far gone to care anymore. Ineededto come with every thread of my being, held together by the tether of his fangs. My head lolled, tilting back as I trapped his cock against my clit. Desperate little sounds escaped me. My nails dug into him so hard I wondered if I drew his blood as the crest of pleasure rose and rose.
“Don’t stop,” I gasped. “Gods, please, don’t stop, Kythel. More!”
He fed harder, pulling deeper. My breath hitched. I ground my hips down, wantonly seeking what I needed most, consequences be damned. I’d said I wouldn’t like being a kept mistress?Look at me now,I thought.
“Raazos, Millie,” I heard.
When the orgasm hit me, my whole body froze, held suspended as Kythel took over, rocking between my legs, prolonging the pleasure. Distantly, I wondered if he could feel me coming. If he could taste it. Did an orgasm sweeten the blood?
It should,I thought, a breathy laugh escaping my throat as the pleasure stretched on and on.
I made sounds I didn’t recognize, but I needed this. Desperately. When was the last time I’d come like this?
Never,I knew. This was too intense to be believed.
