Tamed.
Urian reached out for the wall to steady himself while she slowly explored his body with her lips and tongue. He’d foolishly thought nothing could feel better than what she’d done to him the other night.
He was wrong.
Those thoughts vanished a moment later when she slid her lips over the tip of his cock.
“Oh dear gods,” he breathed.
She laughed, and that vibration shook him to the core of his entire being.
Closing his eyes, he quickly bit his palm so as not to embarrass himself again with her. The throbbing pain brought him back from the edge.
It also distracted Xanthia. As soon as the scent of his blood hit her, she lifted her head.
Urian hated to take her away from her current task, but he cupped her cheek so that she could lick and suckle the blood from his bleeding fingers. She swept her tongue over his flesh, heightening his pleasure all the more. Harder and harder, she sucked at his fingers.
Unable to stand it, he lifted her up and pinned her to the wall. She sank her teeth into his shoulder at the same time he entered her. They both cried out in ecstasy.
“That’s it!” Crying out in pleasure, she dug her nails deep into his back and yanked at his hair. “Harder, Urian! Bite me, now!”
He sank his fangs into her throat. She came with an ear-piercing scream that caused her to thrash in his arms. He growled deep in his throat as she thrust her hips against him ever harder, while her body shuddered in his arms.
And when he found his own release, he realized that he’d never again be able to go back to the stale blood his father had been bringing him.
Not after this.
For that matter, he’d never again judge his father for his numerous affairs where his mother was concerned. Now he understood why his father had sought Apollites and Daimons to feed on. There was no way any of their people could take stale blood given the way Apollo had meant for them to eat. This was primal and raw.
More than that, it was divine.
Yet even so, his brothers were another matter. Their wives were Apollites and could feed them. It was unforgivable that they would deprive their wives ofthiswhile they sought nourishment from another. How dare they betray a true heart. That was cruel beyond measure.
Urian would never understand why his father condoned their behavior. If he could have one person who’d cherish him like that …
He’d never break her heart. Never take for granted such kindness. Just as now. Grateful beyond measure to Xanthia for sharing her blood and body with him, Urian cradled her in his arms and tucked her head beneath his chin. “Did you get enough to eat?”
She nodded. “You?”
“Aye … for now,” he teased.
Laughing, she kissed him. “I have a bath warming. Come and join me.”
Weak and at the same time stronger than he’d ever been before, Urian followed after her to a room in back.
He savored the sight of her crawling into the bath first before he joined her in the large bronze tub that glistened in the dim candlelight. The hot water sloshed over the sides as he slid in and sighed in contentment.
Completely sated for the first time in his life, he leaned back against the edge and allowed Xanthia to bathe him.
The one thing about Apollites and Daimons, they didn’t bleed after their feedings. Their saliva held a coagulating agent that instantly stopped and healed their wounds. Unless it was a really deep or major injury, they never had to worry about cuts.
She sat back in the gilded tub to stare at him with a perplexed frown. “Are you all right?”
Urian sighed heavily. “I fear I shall never be the same.”
“How do you mean?”
Pulling her up so that she lay over his chest like a blanket, he kissed her lips and savored the sensation of her wet body sliding against his. He dipped his fingers down in the water so that he could stroke her and delve deep into her velvety softness.
