“Fuck, Cassius,” she got out. She grabbed his hand, shoving his thumb back into her mouth, craving the taste of him one more time just as he hit a spot so deep inside her she couldn’t take it.
She screamed around his thumb, her tongue lapping up his blood, and he roared, his pleasure chasing hers.
Their bodies slowed, their breaths hard and heavy. Cassius removed his hand from her mouth, but it didn’t go far. He cradled her face, forcing her eyes to his.
They didn’t say anything, just stared at each other, as he stayed buried deep inside her.
Her eyes shone, and words gathered on her tongue, but they couldn’t push past her tight throat.
Cassius’s eyes softened, and he kissed her lightly. “Did you like the taste of my blood?” he whispered. Thalia nodded, and his hands slid down her arms. “There is one good thing about me turning.”
“What’s that?”
His eyes turned positively wicked. “I can do this all night.”
Thalia’s aching core turned molten, and she kissed him again, the taste of his blood still a tart cherry on her tongue.
Chapter Forty-Three
“Idon’t think I can move,” Thalia murmured, the rain softly pattering against her window.
Cassius chuckled, his arm a comforting band around her waist. “You were ravenous last night. And this morning.”
Thalia flushed, looking over her shoulder. She’d lost track of how many times he’d buried himself inside her. How many times she’d tasted his blood until she was sure she’d gone mad. Only pure exhaustion made them stop. But when morning came, Cassius had woken her with soft kisses along her shoulders, until his tongue had found its way between her legs and she’d screamed his name as she came.
Cassius smirked, a hint of fangs showing. She resisted the urge to prick her finger against them. She cupped his face, feeling his stubble against her palm. “Me? I’m not the one who initiated that.” She nodded to her legs tangled in the sheets.
“I told you.” His voice turned rough and gravelly. “I’ll never get tired of the taste of you.”
He kissed her, and she let herself get lost in him before pulling away. “We shouldn’t do this right now,” she whispered.
Cassius raised a challenging brow.
“I mean it.” She tried to be serious, but couldn’t stop her lips from twitching as he nipped at her neck.
“Cass?”
“Hmm?”
“What are we going to do about my mother?”
Whatever heat was between them died instantly. Cassius slowly raised his head. She didn’t think either of them had really forgotten what had happened the night before.
He sucked in a sharp breath. “We need to take care of that bitten.”
And bytake care of, he meantkill.
Dread swirled in her belly, but she pushed it aside. She knew it would be a mercy, but that didn’t stop her stomach from clenching.
“It’s under the chapel?” Cassius asked. Thalia nodded, and he got up, gathering his discarded clothes.
“What are you doing?” she asked as he tugged on his pants.
“Going to take care of what needs to be done.”
“Like fuck I’m letting you go alone.”
“You said she’s in a cage? I’ll be fine.”
