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I felt myself paling, growing colder in his warm arms.
“Fear not, little Elf,” he continued with cheer in his tone, unaware of my inner turmoil. “Cyrvas learned to adapt. I temporarily sate my desires by biting my mate.”
I chose my words carefully. “You speak as though Eon isn’t a Cyrva.”
“Because he isn’t.”
Two souls sharing the same vessel. No wonder they felt so different. Eon felt… gentler and more playful, like I could tease him and not fear death. En set my instincts on edge.
“Would you like to ask the seventh question or complete the six bites?”
“Six?!” I exclaimed with wide eyes, trying to pull my wrist back again. “I didnotask that much!”
“You asked four questions and two prompts—stay still.” He grinned, holding my wrist more securely but not tight enough to wreck anything.
I didn’t close my eyes or turn my head quick enough, so I saw his sharp teeth denting my soft skin, medium-sized drops of crimson seeping out of the holes left by his bite. The second bite was on my right shoulder, but at least he was gentler this time.
The third and fourth were on my chest, but he took his time with these. He ran his nose over my flesh, breathing me in, pulling me closer, holding me a little tighter. Then it was his hot, wet tongue, dragging over my sensitive skin like a stroke of liquid fire. The touch made me tremble, made me almost pant, breaths rushing in and out as he tasted my skin before lightly—teasingly—grazing it with his teeth. They punctured my flesh slowly—deliberately slow—like he wanted to indulge himself further. Greedy and hungry for more but willing to take his time to savour every taste, every touch, every gasp and whimper I made as he branded my skin.
The fifth and sixth bites were on my neck, just below my right earlobe, overlapping each other because there wasn’t much skin he could safely pierce. Despite the wicked pleasure of his wandering lips and brazen tongue, his teeth felt like knives slicing into me. The pain was hot and sharp and gripping all at once. En had to hold me firmly to still my squirming, but there wasn’t much he could have done about the way I shook or the whimpers and small whines slipping from my lips.
They flamed him. I know they did because every sound I voiced and every twitch made his hands grip me harder, his fingers straining to not dig into my skin, his lips more demanding and eager.
His fascination with my ears—my physique, in general—was quite alarming.
“I’m bleeding too much, En,” I mumbled, taking deep and slow breaths.
“I will not allow you to die.”
“How kind of you.” There was a slight bite in my tone, one that made my eyes shoot up to ensure En didn’t react to it negatively.
He sighed, so dramatic that it was unnecessary. “I will bite your tongue next.”
My teeth sunk into my bottom lip, but the need to know still won over my caution. “Does that mean Eon is a Karru?” My voice came out low and weak as I looked at En with a pleading expression.
En’s unreadable fiery eyes watched me, his lips pressed together. “Neither of us were raised by our mothers, little Elf.” His grip on my upper arms tightened uncomfortably. “Had his father not raised him alone on this isolated land, Eon would have been eaten by his biological mother or his Cyrva half-mother.”
My chest tightened. I caved my body inwards, wishing I could hide inside myself.
It was tragic that Eon and En didn’t know the warmth of a mother. That they had to live alone from such a young age. It was tragic that such a habit was in their nature, but it was not in mine. To abandon your own and from such a young age?
“They would be my little ones, En,” I whispered, clenching my small fists. “I wouldn’t be able to let anything harm them.” I wouldn’t be able to part from them or let another take them when they belonged to me.
“Neither would I.”
Before I could look up at him, his hand tipped my head to the right before a set of sharp teeth were sinking into the flesh of my left shoulder.
“Honestly, En?!” I shrieked indignantly.
The deep rumble in his chest echoed throughout my body. When he drew his teeth out, he didn’t move back. Instead, he placed his head under my chin just as his large palms grabbed my shoulders—my bitten shoulders, damn it!
“Little Elf,” he murmured soothingly, the kind of soothing that was also tinged with a sense of sorrow. It did not occur to me exactly why he was feeling such an emotion, but perhaps, in this moment, he was feeling sorrow for what he was and what he could do. “It will not be easy.”
A beat of silence followed his words. I reached up and wrapped my arms around him—despite all of that blood and pain, I found my arms circled around this beast who was showing remorse for something he had yet to do.
“I know,” I murmured, resting my chin on his head.
I knew that before I even began to see Eon as a potential mate.
