No wonder Apollites and Daimons lost their minds. He understood that now.
Sucking his breath in sharply, he barely caught himself before he lifted the hem of her peplos and sought to satiate the beast inside him. But given what the humans had done to her, he refused to use her like that. It was enough that she fed his need for blood. He wouldn’t take more from her.
Not tonight.
Evenhewasn’t that much of an animal.
Taking her blood was enough trespass. Still, he wanted more from her. She raked her hands through his hair, splaying them against his scalp as she cradled his head in her palms. Moaning deep in her throat, she wrapped her body around his, which really wasn’t helping him maintain his restraint.
Urian licked and teased her skin as he tasted the warm blood he needed. It was so much sweeter than the cold, lifeless shit his father had provided for him. And he was all too aware of her soft, sweet body pressed against his. Of the way she rubbed those curves against every inch of him until he was ready to die.
With a deep, starving growl, he pinned her against the wall and ground his hips against hers.
Xanthia gasped, then reached down between their bodies so that she could cup him in her hand.
The moment she touched his cock and began stroking him, he cried out as his body reacted against his will and he released himself into her palm. Mortified, he pulled back to meet her knowing gaze.
But it was too late.
She smiled up at him with a knowing gaze. “You’re a virgin?”
If his cheeks heated any more, his head would ignite. He glanced away, too embarrassed to admit the obvious truth.
Smiling, she kissed his lips, then nipped them so that his blood mingled with hers. “Anytime you’re hungry, Urian, I’ll be more than happy to feed you. Come and find me.”
Shocked and amazed, he watched as Xanthia washed her hands in his basin, before she left him alone in his room to try to sort through everything that had happened tonight.
Damn.
Shaken. Dazed, and more confused than he’d ever been about anything in his life, he had no real handle on any of it. But he wanted more of what she’d offered.
No, heneededmore of this. The taste of her blood was still in his mouth. On his lips. Her scent still lingered in his nostrils and on his skin, making him even hungrier. His body began to stir back to hardness.
Until another thought intruded and took precedence.
He needed to check on one idiot brother and kick the ass of another.
So he washed and redressed quickly, then went to find Telamon, who wasn’t quite as near to death as his father had led him to believe. In fact, it looked more like a flesh wound from where Urian now waited at the end of the bastard’s bed.
With his legs spread wide, Urian stood, arms akimbo, glaring at Telamon, who lay there staring back at him. “I was expecting you to look more like a corpse, brother.”
Telamon grimaced at the sight of Urian’s abused face. “Please tell me that I’m not the reason you look like that.”
“Nay, Paris is. And when I leave here, he’s going to look a lot worse than I do.”
Telamon laughed, then groaned in agony. “Don’t ever turn your back on a human, Uri. They’re treacherous little bastards! Thanatotic bitch was so petrified that someone actually fought back, he dropped his sword and fell over. I thought him dead, so the minute my back was turned, he rose up and I was stabbed with a pitchfork. Couldn’t even scramble to get his own sword back. Ah! The indignity. Rather have been pissed on and set fire to.”
Urian laughed with his brother, grateful that Telamon wasn’t as close to death as his father had led him to believe. “Glad he missed your vitals.”
“As am I. Though to be honest, I’m more embarrassed that I owe my life to Archie. Gah! I’ll never hear the end ofthat.”
Shaking his head, Urian walked over and hugged him. “I’ll let you feed and rest. Really, I’m glad you’re all right. Hate you, but I’d miss you if you were gone. Wouldn’t have anyone to blame for my mistakes, then.”
“Aye. Hate you back, you motherless, goat-humping dog.”
Urian squeezed him hard, then yanked at his blond hair before he let him go. “Die in your sleep.”
“You, too.”
