Raya rolls her eyes.
“Oh my gosh, you’re not going to hurt me. You’re healing me, remember?”
She holds up her injured hand between us with the back facing me, eyebrows raised and head tilted again. That sass is going to get her a spanking one of these days.
I snatch her hand from the air, giving her a warning look to behave herself. She grins in response, of course, but quiets when I stroke my fingers around the cuts.
“Ready?” I ask, eyes flicking to hers.
Raya nods. “I’m ready.”
I hold her gaze as I bring her hand to my mouth again, this time starting with a soft kiss, and she hisses in a surprised breath. My fangs lengthen and my gums ache to bite, but I push the urge away. So very slowly, I carefully run my tongue over each cut, ignoring the taste, avoiding my debauched thoughts, and focusing solely on my intent.
Heal. Heal. Heal.
As I lower her hand, the torn skin closes right in front of us. Raya sucks in a startled gasp and her eyes fly from her hand up to meet my gaze.
“That was amazing! I had no idea it would work that quickly.”
I smirk.
“Well. For one, I am from averypowerful bloodline.”
Raya gives me her most unimpressed look and I hold in an amused chuckle.
“Two, the more focus and intent, the more potent it is. Let’s just say I really,reallywanted you to be healed and out of pain.”
Her eyes soften and she leans into my chest, then presses her delicious, soft lips to mine. I don’t waste a second, and quickly turn it into more, delving into her mouth and nipping at her tongue.
Raya has no patience, and I smile against her skin as she tugs my face down to her neck. I pull back for a moment to roll on a condom, admiring her as I do. She has her head turned to the side and her breathing is heavy, whooshing in and out of her lungs, pressing her breasts into my chest. I take my time peppering kisses, licks, and nips up and down her silky skin, from her jaw down to her shoulder and back again as she squirms in my lap.
“Ready, little shifter?” I whisper into the curve of her throat.
“Yes.” Her voice is even more breathy than mine.
I lick her neck, right over her pulse point, then my pointed fangs pierce her delicate skin, and my mouth fills with her blood.
Her exquisite, otherworldly blood.
We both moan, and I suck long and deep, eliciting another round of groans from us both. I force myself to pause for abreath, preventing my fangs from digging deeper and not allowing myself to take too much.
Raya isn’t having it, though. My feisty little shifter grumbles an incoherent protest and pulls my mouth further into her neck, angling it more and working her body until her legs are on either side of my hips with my cock lined up to her pussy.
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I slam down,driving Asher’s hard cock into me with a low moan as he takes another pull from my neck. The combination of the two have me losing my mind, and my thoughts trip over the reality of Asher drinking my blood. The sensation sends fire licking up and down my nerves, igniting my skin. I’m delirious with pleasure. Pulse after pulse, it’s like shots of adrenaline-infused aphrodisiac directly to my clit with each swallow he drinks from me.
Distantly, I wonder if this is what getting high feels like. If so, I can see why people are so easily addicted. I never want this to end.
Right as that thought surfaces though, Asher pulls away, delicately slipping his teeth from my skin, then licks the bite mark closed.
“No,” I moan, throwing my head back in protest, hoping to tempt him with my bared neck.
“Shh, little shifter. I don’t want to take too much.” Asher strokes his hand up and down my spine even as I shake my head in vehement disagreement. “Besides, I can feel you’re getting close.”
