“Did you feed on her?” I asked, the unusual warmth of his skin making me curious and admitted a bit jealous.
Arching a brow, Kyren stroked a hand down the side of my face then cupped my chin. “Only for answers. Does it bother you?”
I squirmed beneath him, wanting him inside of me but that jealous part of me needed reassurance. “Kind of.”
“I feed on Tate,” he reminded me, not making fun of me for my possessiveness.
“That’s different,” I murmured, my face heating. “He’s…ours.”
Kyren lips broke out into a wide grin. “Yes, yes, he is.” Then he pressed his lips briefly to mine. “Will it make you happy for me to limit my feeding to you and him?”
I avoided his gaze, not wanting to sound too pathetic. “Is that okay?”
Chuckling, Kyren kissed me deeply leaving me breathless before saying, “Nothing makes me happier than to know you want that from me.”
I arched a brow, hooking my feet over his calves and arching my hips so he pressed against my throbbing core. “Nothing, huh?”
Gaze darkening, Kyren voice grew low and gravelly, his hips adjusting until he probed at my entrance. “Maybe not. This,” he shifted his hips forward until he slid inside of me, not stopping until our hips were flush against one another, pulling a moan from me, “makes me very happy.”
Fingers curling into his hair, I dragged his mouth down to mine, our tongues intertwining as our bodies moved together as one. He nipped and suckled at my mouth, the rhythm matching that of his hips until all I could think about was him.
A sudden sharp pain stung my tongue, a coppery taste filling my mouth.
Kyren let out a deep growl, pulling my tongue into his mouth to suckle on the wound. The bloodlust made his thrusts harder, faster, making the bed smack against the wall with each movement.
I held onto him, letting him have me in every way that mattered. He was inside of me the same way my blood was now inside of him. Something about it made my heart swell, and I wanted nothing more than for this moment to last forever.
Unfortunately, my body didn’t get the memo, my walls clenching around him, my nails digging into his back as he hit that one spot that made me see stars over and over again.
The wound on my tongue had long since closed by the time that Kyren released me, letting out a groan, his hips stilling, holding himself inside of me until he had completely emptied.
Slowly, Kyren withdrew from me, forcing a small sound from my throat, before moving up the bed and wrapping his arms around me, pressing my body to him.
“I need to shower,” I murmured after a few moments. “I’m all sticky now.”
“Not yet,” Kyren countered, brushing his lips across my shoulder. “I want you to smell like me for a bit longer.”
Rolling my eyes at his alpha male tendencies, I let myself sink further into his embrace, my eyelids growing heavy.
Then Tate’s voice woke me with a jerk, “Fucking finally. I thought you two would never make up.”
Chapter twenty-four
Tate
Vamp Daddy: Got him.
“Kyrenhasthewolfin his sights.” I glanced up from my phone to the others in the car.
“Are we sure that he’s going to lead us to rebels?” Jack tapped her fingers against her leg in a nervous pattern next to me up front. “Maybe he’s just going to the store.”
“Jack,” Julian placed a hand on her shoulder from the back seat. “Kyren’s been following him all week. This is the first time he’s gone off campus.”
“That doesn’t mean anything. You know that.”
I took her tapping hand in mine. “Princess, he was acting super suspicious. Believe me, Kyren knows when someone is up to no good. This is it.”
She blew out a long breath and then straightened her shoulders. “Alright then.”
