With all the control he could muster, he murmured, "If you let me feed from you, I can make it good for you. Do you know what that means?"
"I do," she replied.
"And you still want it?"
Luella nodded.
"I can deny you nothing," Bastian whispered. "Least of all myself."
The sparse room was filled with only a few dusty crates, and Az walked to one, sitting and making the wood groan under him. "Come here, Lu."
Her head whipped to the demon, entranced as she stepped toward him. Az reached out, catching her waist, and guiding herto settle in his lap—her back to his chest as best as it could be with her wings, the tips of them draped over his legs.
Bastian stood alone in the center of the room, staring at them both. Was this truly going to happen?
Slowly, Az took Luella’s hand and rubbed his thumb over the soft skin of her wrist. Bastian’s red-tinted eyes honed in on the pulsing vein there, a roar of lust clouding his thoughts. He forced his body to still. He would not shatter her trust. Not when it was so fragile.
"Tell him to come to you," Az said to Luella, his amber eyes finding Bastian where he stood.
"Bastian, come," Luella echoed, her cheeks a tempting pink.
Bastian walked to her and knelt, his palms splayed on the purple bruises on her knees. "What do you wish me to do, pet? I do not have to drink from you. I can leave. We can act as though this never happened. Or... I can please you. I can taste you in other ways. Say the word, and it is yours."
She shifted on Az’s lap, and her scent turned ripe with desire. "You need this, needme. Please." She held out her wrist.
Just before he took it, Az stopped him with a warning:
"You stop when I tell you to—I would say when Lu does, but we both know she won’t want to give up." The last part, Az said adoringly.
Bastian nodded, holding Luella’s eyes as he said, "I understand, and I will stop whenever you wish me to." Finally, he took her wrist, bringing it up to his mouth as he knelt before her, where she sat on Az’s lap. He ran his nose over the inside of her forearm and the blue-green veins there, the blood roaring through her body like an echo of the desire thrumming through him and making his cock swell. He opened his mouth, lips teasing her flesh; he ran the point of his fangs over her skin, not biting—not yet. As he teased her, Bastian murmured, "I will make you love the feel of my fangs inside you, pet."
And then, the vampire bit her.
She whimpered as his fangs slid inside her wrist. He groaned as her hot blood slid inside his mouth.
A blend of pleasure and pain. His other hand kneaded the soft skin of her inner thigh. A vampire’s bite could be very pleasurable, if it were willed as such. Some could reach the pinnacle of pleasure from the bite, alone.
Bastian vowed to make her shatter from his mouth and fangs.
Blood filled Bastian’s mouth, and it was too much and not enough. Every greedy gulp he took, he inhaled her scent. His tongue lapped over her wrist as he drank, her blood like rosy berries and decadent cream.
He chased away the bloodlust that threatened to tug him under, instead focusing on her—their bond. He was so attuned to the feel of her inside his chest that he knew the precise moment her apprehension turned to desire.
"Bastian," she moaned, "I feel so…"
He was unwilling to let her go as he fed, unable to look up. But he imagined what her face might look like, and he grew harder, drank deeper.
Her thighs parted, knees brushing his shoulders, allowing him to move closer, until his fingers snaked under her shift, skimming the soft part of her inner thigh. Her hands tangled in his hair.
"Oh, g-gods," she cursed, and the sound was so unlike her. He had never heard her curse before, but the slight blasphemy on her lips sent him spiraling on his desperate task of finishing this—for her.
Az’s hand touched his shoulder in warning. Bastian slowed drawing her blood into his mouth, instead licking against her skin, fingers brushing over her thigh, not delving higher, just feeling her.
She came with a cry of both his and Az’s names on her lips. He took one lingering pull of her blood, letting the pleasure-coated tang of it fill him entirely as she came down from her high, thighs tensing on either side of his shoulders.
Her ragged breaths, joined by his own, made him pull away. As he looked up at her, strands of his disheveled hair fell into his face.
A droplet of her blood slipped down his chin as he spoke. "You’re a sight."
