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And it did.

30: JUST A TASTE

THEIR EYES MET. Neither of them spoke.

They didn’t need to. They knew what each other needed.

He fucked her hard then, the muscles in his arms bunching and flexing as he slid her up and down his rod. Ailsa arched against him each time, grinding herself down on him, taking him as deep as she could.

Sweat gleamed over his naked torso, the cords of his neck standing out as he bared his teeth. And there, she glimpsed the sharp points of his canines.

Her heart started to pound. Aye, they were both wild things.

Without thinking, she leaned into him and placed her lips on his neck.

The Gods forgive her. She could almost taste the hot, sweet blood pumping just beneath.

During earlier encounters, she’d been afraid—of her own nature, of what she might do—but tonight, the fear eased.

Her urges didn’t control her. Not with him.

Darach trusted her completely, and she’d never betray his trust.

More than that, she finally trusted herself. Aye, he was safe with her. He always would be.

And so, lifting her lips from his throat, she slid a hand to the same place and brushed the skin with a thumb. She then pressed the nail in, just enough to break the skin.

Blood beaded on the cut. Bright red and tantalizing.

And all the while, Darach continued their slow, punishing rhythm.

Pleasure coiled where the ache had been now, hot and throbbing. She was so wet, it slicked her thighs. This was so good—but there was one thing that could make it better.

This.

Growling, she bent her head, her lips fastening on his neck.

And then, she began to suck.

Rich, hot blood hit her tongue, and Darach bucked against her, a raw shout tearing from his throat.

He didn’t pull away from her though. Instead, his head dropped back, giving her better access.

For one heartbeat, she froze. Waiting. Giving him the chance to stop her.

But he didn’t. Instead, his hands flexed hard on her hips before his grip slackened.

He was surrendering, letting her take over.

And she did.

Her spine rounded as she bore down upon him repeatedly, sucking from his neck every time she brought him home deep inside her.

All the while, Darach writhed, going wild.

Blood slid down her throat, and then suddenly, her belly was pulsing—before she came in a frenzy of throbbing, giddying pleasure that made her teeth tighten against his throat.

His climax swiftly followed. A rush of heat through her loins as he lifted his hips up to meet hers, as his cry ripped through the alcove.