This is Kaspian. I need to tell him the truth. No more secrets.
Besides, he already knows this. I explained how Klas accessed my power. But Kaspian probably doesn’t realize how that made me feel. Howfangsmake me feel.
“Klas used my blood to… to absorb my abilities.” I’m not sure if that’s something all vampires can do or not. But Klas was a vampire-warlock hybrid. His skills were unique to him. “He did that by biting me. Harshly.”
“Hmm,” Kaspian hums, his dark eyes flashing with an emotion I can’t quite define. “So you don’t like being bitten as a result.”
“I… I don’t like being bitten by him,” I hedge. “I don’t know about anyone else.” Because Klas is the only vampire who has ever fed from me.
Kaspian draws his fingers through my hair, pulling the strands away from my face and neck. “Do you want me to take those memories away from you, Fallon? To replace them with what a powerful vampire’s fangs can do?”
His gaze goes to my neck before returning to my mouth.
“Or would you rather I didn’t ever bite you?” he continues, his expression giving nothing away regarding his preferences. “I’ll do whatever you want, love. Just tell me your limits and I’ll respect them.”
“I…” I trail off, my focus falling to his full lips. “I don’t know.”
“Then we can address that limit another day,” he replies, his mouth brushing mine. “I won’t bite you without permission.” Another kiss. “I won’t do anything to you without permission, Fallon. You’re in charge here. You tell me what you want, and I’ll give it to you.”
I shiver against him, his fingers working magic against my skull as he massages my head and combs through my hair once more.
This male is enchanting.
And hard.
And mine.
Or he will be, anyway. Once we rekindle our bond.
“Kiss me, Kaspian,” I whisper.
He does, this time with a demanding swipe of his tongue that makes everything inside me melt. He’s a being of control. A master vampire. Aking.
But he’s letting me lead. I can feel it in the way that he doesn’t push me along, just holds me to him as he devours my mouth.
It’s overwhelming, this euphoric realization that this powerful male is granting me authority over him. He said I was in charge, that he’d give me whatever I wanted.
That can’t be easy for him, something that’s evidenced in the way his thighs go taut beneath me. He’s holding himself back, forcing himself to be patient, when we both know this partially rejected bond has to be killing him.
Because it’s real, I marvel again.
I may never get over that fact. May never be able to accept thatthisis my life.Four mates. One of whom is a king.
“Kaspian,” I moan, arching into him. “I need you.”
“We have another limit to discuss,” he says, his words causing my eyes to flutter open. I’m not sure when they shut, but likely when he started consuming me with his mouth.
I stare at him, waiting for him to elaborate.
“Do you want Nox and Bane to watch us?” he asks, his head canting a little to the side and indicating the two phantoms lurking just inside the door, their gazes hungry as they take in my position on top of Kaspian.
They’re both shirtless, wearing only matching pairs of low-slung black pants.
I lick my lips at the sight of all that masculine grace.
They’re mine,I think.Truly mine.
“After listening to them play with you all night, I would very much like to make them watch without being allowed to touch,” Kaspian continues, his attention on me. “Because it’s my turn now, love. And I’ve beenverypatient. But it’s your decision, Fallon. I’ll do whatever you desire.”
