There was a mixture of wariness and mingled excitement as I looked up at Kaldur. Moonlight speared itself over the contract, and the twinkle of the starwood blooms illuminated his face. I looked at his fangs but didn’t feel fear. Only uncertainty of what would become of this.
“When…when do you want to?—”
“Now,” he said, his voice low and dark, bordering on unfamiliar. “I’ll confess I can’t wait any longer.”
Now?
My heart immediately sped, my breath coming out in a shuddered gasp. This was happeningtonight.
“Have you ever been fed from before?” he asked, his eyes pinned on me, taking my hand to draw me closer.
“N-No,” I breathed. I heard something clatter at my feet. The pencil. Already forgotten.
He dragged me even closer, until our bodies were pressed together. He was so big, so much taller than me that he stooped as his head lowered.
“I’ll heal the wound after,” he said again. I felt his hot breath against my neck.
“I’m not afraid of that,” I told him, my voice sounding like a whisper, fluttering and feathery.
“I don’t know what it will be like, Erina,” he said next.
I didn’t know what he meant. He’d fed from countless beingsbefore, hadn’t he? Shouldn’t he know what it was like? Maybe he meant forme, since this was my first time.
He inhaled deeply, taking my scent deep into his lungs. The sound of it made me tingle.
“Raazos,” he cursed, his grip on me tightening. His tone grew desperate. “I can’t fight this—I can’t… I need you.”
The feel of his lips brushing over my neck sent a shiver racing up my spine. A shiver that raced to meet his lips. It felt more intimate than I thought it would. The feel of his warm, hard body. The way his large hands wrapped around me, one sliding into my hair to keep me steady, the other winding around my waist until it spread across my entire back.
I felt something cool drag across my neck.His fangs,I realized, my eyes widening.
His ragged groan vibrated across the pulsing vein there.
The sharp prick of his bite registered in the next moment. I nearly cried out at the unfamiliar sensation, a ragged sound falling from my lips.
There was pain, though it was brief and oddly not unpleasant. There was a pulling feeling, dragging. I felt a bloom of heat begin to spread from what I thought were his fangs, lodged deep into the side of my neck.
An ache began. Deep and languid at first. It feltnice. Comforting like an embrace.
But then it started to become more demanding. More punishing.
My eyes widened when I realized what it was, just as I heard a rough groan ripped from Kaldur’s throat, strumming across his bite.
I moaned. My hands came up to grip his shoulders tight, squeezing into the material, holding on for dear life as the intensity of pleasure began to rise. I felt every sucking pull between my thighs. Heat spread like spilling ink, until I was holding my breath with it, both desperate and frightened for more.
“Kaldur,” I gasped out, not realizing I’d used his name instead of his title until it was too late. And by then, I didn’t care, another wave of ecstasy erasing all memory of it.
His grip on me tightened.
And I never wanted to leave the confines of his arms.
CHAPTER 10
KALDUR
My brothers werefuckingliars.
We’d barely discussed what it was like. Feeding from akyrana,a blood mate, for the first time. And when we had, both Azur and Kythel had said simply that it wasunparalleled. Life altering. Or as Kythel had described:a rightness slotting into place.
