Then, sanity returned with the force of a sledgehammer smacking her. She started to recoil, but he clamped his hand over the back of her head and kept her mouth in position over his neck.
“Do it,” he commanded. “Take my blood while I fuck you.”
Brie started to shake her head but was unable to move. Why was she arguing with him?
Shecravedhis blood, and she was sothirsty. He wasn’t against this. He was more than willing, as he kept her mouth against his throat right over the place where his pulse beat so temptingly.
Unable and unwilling to resist anymore, she sank her fangs into his vein and nearly screamed when the hot rush of his blood surged into her mouth. She’d never tasted anything so delicious andpowerfulbefore as it filled her veins, spread through her body, and infused her with strength.
Her fingers bit into his neck as her bite deepened and more blood flowed into her mouth. Wild with lust, she pushed her hips against his as she demanded to be sated in more ways than one.
When she first bit him, Asher’s legs almost gave out as he trembled beneath the rush of pleasure following the initial sting. He was so swamped with joy it took him time to realize some of what was hammering him came fromher.
She wasthrivingon this as he gave her everything she needed. When she started to grind against him, her hips moving faster as she made her demands for more known, he planted one palm against the wall and wrapped the other around her waist.
Afraid they would wake Cabo and Zina, he staggered away from the wall and into the living room. All the while, Brie rode him as she continued to feed.
He didn’t pull out as he laid her on the couch and came down on top of her. As her heels digging into his back spurred him faster, Asher pounded out his desire until her fingers clawed into him, and a muffled scream of ecstasy reverberated against his throat.
Asher thrust forward once more and pulled out of her as he came. He muffled his shout by burying his face in the arm of the couch.
CHAPTERTHIRTY-FIVE
Asher kepthis arms locked around Brie as she lay with her back against his chest on the bed. It had taken some time for them to disentangle from each other on the couch. Once they did, he fully expected her to retreat to her room without him. Instead, she held his hand as she led him into the hall.
There, they gathered their things before going to her room and closing the door. Curled beside her in bed, he realized he was as happy holding her as he was having sex with her. He’d never experienced anything like that before, and he loved every second of it.
Brie ran her fingers up and down the arm draped around her waist as she stared out the window. The moon was so full it illuminated the land and road beyond; it was beautiful, but everything felt a lot more amazing when she was with Asher.
Her body was sated in ways she’d never known possible. Asher’s blood pumping through her veins still made her feel powerful, and her body was limp from all the delicious things he’d done to it.
She should have left him in the living room after their second round on the couch, but she couldn’t bring herself to part from him. She was being foolish by getting closer to him when a deadly fate was closing in on him, and she didn’t care.
“Why haven’t you asked me about my scars?” she inquired.
She couldn’t believe she’d asked that, but she’d been curious about it since the first time they had sex. Some of the other men she’d been with had asked her outright, others pretended not to notice them, and one total asshole walked away when he saw them, but Asher didn’t do any of those things. He acknowledged they were there, he traced them with such reverence, but he never mentioned them, and he certainly wasn’t repulsed by them.
“Because you don’t want me to,” he said.
She turned her head to look at him over her shoulder. “How do you know that?”
“Doyou want me to?”
“No, but how did you know that?”
His hand flattened against her belly as he drew her back flush against his chest. “You’re a stubborn, strong woman who endured something horrible, but it’s private. When you’re ready to tell me about it, you will, in your own time, and I’ll be here to listen.”
Brie went completely still as she tried to process his words. She barely knew this man, but he understood her better than anyone she’d ever met.
Even Cabo and Zina didn’t know how to handle her scars. Zina pretended not to notice them while Cabo once asked about them; she wasn’t annoyed by either of their reactions, but she’d never revealed what happened to her, and they were okay with this.
She was sure there was plenty about both their pasts she didn’t know and was fine with that. They all loved each other no matter what.
“Do you want to talk about them?” he asked.
“No.”
But inwardly, she screamed,Yes!
