Page 219 of The Fallen Fae King

This is bloody heaven.

I should tell him to stop…

I should…

Is this dying?

Would this be the worst way to die? On my Blood Lover’s fangs? Feeding him?

I would be giving life, rather than simply succumbing to death.

Fuck you, Maximinus.

You haven’t executed me. I have sacrificed myself on my vampire’s blood altar.

Slowly, I blink.

I become aware that I am being sat up, held in someone’s arms. I am being hugged to a strong chest, and a tongue is lapping at my throat, healing the wound.

Not dead then.

My mind clears.

Panic skitters through me.

On the sacred ash, the bite is bloody dangerous. It almost made me forget my duty to my people, the Winter Court, and the spirits of my ancestors.

I hurriedly touch the bronze and emerald ring in apology.

My tongue feels heavy in my mouth. “Did I taste yummy then?”

“Like the food of the heavens,” Lanlin murmurs.

He pulls me closer against his chest.

I remember when he would flinch away from touch. But now he appears touch starved for it.

I turn to study Lanlin’s face.

He smiles at me with bloodstained fangs.

He’s buzzing.

“You feel better, aye?” I ask.

“Rest a moment and recover. It is overwhelming for both of us when we have not fed for so long. I have missed this.”

“I wish our Omega was with us too like she always was in Sheut.”

“I could never wish that she was in this cursed cell. Is our Queen well?”

“Aye, but Spark is missing you like hell. She’s an Empress now.”

Lanlin’s gaze darkens. “She is my Queen.”

Possessive.

I glance down. “I’m sorry about your friends.”