Her hand was on the doorknob, but she stopped moving.
“Come here,” he insisted.
She followed his command, but he could sense it was second nature.
“What ails you?” he repeated. “When’s the last time you fed?”
“I am not sure, sire.”
Because he was naked, Mirakel couldn’t get to his feet, so instead, he patted the mattress beside him. “Come here. Take my vein.”
Her amethyst gaze, clouded by her need to feed, lifted to meet his eyes. “Sire, that is not how Fae feed.”
“Then how do you do it?”
“We siphon energy.”
“And how does that work?” Perhaps he sounded like an idiot, but so be it. “Can you take from me?”
“You have little to spare.”
“That’s not a no,” he stated, motioning her toward him. “Tell me what you need me to do.”
Her hesitation was dangerously close to pissing him off.
“Tell me,” he demanded.
“It would be best if you turn toward me,” she relayed. “I must put my hands on your chest.”
Fucking hell. She was going to touch him? Great. Lovely. Fan-fucking-tastic.
Why was this a good idea again?
Clearly she must’ve detected something that bothered her, because she pivoted to go.
“Briony, get over here,” he said gruffly, resigning himself to having her hands on him.
He could do this. He could. He would simply pretend she was … someone else. Yes. Someone less … lovely.
Dropping his legs over the side of the bed, Mirakel pulled the comforter across his lap, ensuring his erection was covered.
She came to stand before him, so he spread his thighs, allowing her room to get closer, tucking that damn blanket beneath his thigh to ensure it stayed put.
“Is this going to hurt?” he asked, not that he cared. Pain was irrelevant at the moment. However, if it did hurt, perhaps he’d have something else to focus on.
“No, sire.”
Mirakel took a deep breath, then squared his shoulders, broadening his chest.
Her purple eyes lowered, and he saw the approval there, which did little to help the situation.
Then again, it was nothing compared to the instant her palms pressed to his chest. His back bowed into the touch, his chest heaving as he felt the strangest sensation tear through him.
Briony inhaled deeply, her fingertips curling inward, clutching him as she took what she needed.
Of course, his cock swelled in response. He had to grind his hand down on the damn thing to keep it from lurching out from beneath the blankets. But even the pain he inflicted did nothing to halt the orgasm that tore up his shaft, the electricity slamming along every nerve ending in rapid succession. Mirakel growled low in his throat as he came. It just so happened his eyes were open, and he was watching her when it happened. Briony’s eyes met his, and he saw the erotic response as it exploded within her. She moaned, slamming her eyes shut as her body shuddered.
Seeing her succumb to her orgasm triggered another within him.
