I tilt my head and bite on his bottom lip gently before sucking it between my lips.
He keeps going, thrusting into me over and over while maintaining eye contact.
“Bite me,” Rion insists.
I want to so bad. My mouth starts watering.
But between vampires that is a dangerous game.
“Rion, I wanted this with you but I’m not ready to mate yet,” I say regretfully.
His smile pushes my worries aside.
“I know, Acushla and I’m not pushing you. I promise not to drink your blood no matter how badly I want to. We won’t form the bond. Yet.”
He is so perfect.
I press a kiss to his lips before kissing down his neck. I lick and nip at his skin as I go but wait until I get to his carotid artery before biting down.
His blood rushes into my mouth. It’s perfect, tasting of my mate, and pushes me over the edge again.
Rion’s body clenches as he groans. My venom brings him with me as he comes deep inside me.
I clutch him tightly as the ecstasy takes over. He holds me close, his own body trembling with the effort to maintain control.
“Anna…” My name escapes from his lips in a mix of awe and passion.
Rion presses a kiss on my forehead. We stay like that, wrapped up in each other. I enjoy every second of his skin pressed against mine.
“So, a million more times?” He asks while raising his eyebrows up and down playfully.
I can feel a blush form on my cheeks. “Don’t make fun of me!”
He puts a hand over his heart. “Definitely not making fun of you. I’m ensuring you know I will be collecting on that.”
“Fine.” I lean forward and press a kiss to his lips.
The oven dings and we regretfully move apart to get cleaned up and dressed.
Rion starts plating the dinner he made and I clean the counter.
“Two questions. Is it safe to come in and is the food contaminated?” Griffyn asks.
His voice shocks me, I had no idea he was there but now I can feel his amusement through the bond.
“Shut up!” I shout playfully.
Twelve
Anna
I watch Rion meticulously arrange the plates on the table, his long, slender fingers delicately placing each dish with precision. His green eyes flicker with concentration under the dim kitchen lights, and I can’t help but admire the way his golden hair falls over his forehead as he works. The scent of his meal fills the air, making my stomach growl in anticipation.
“Here, let me help you,” I say, moving closer to him to grab a platter laden with roasted vegetables.
“Thank you, Anna,” Rion replies, offering me a small, appreciative smile. His Irish accent sends a shiver down my spine, and I try to push away the memories of our recent intimacy to focus on setting the table.
The kitchen door swings open, and Griffyn saunters in, his grey smoke eyes immediately locking onto mine. A wicked grin spreads across his face as he approaches me, his black hair falling carelessly into his eyes. My heart races at his proximity.
