She’s already bleeding from a bullet for fuck’s sake.
I tried to smother the idea so she wouldn’t—too late.
“Do it,” she blurted. Glancing at the men in the distance, she added silently,We’re stupid to have waited this long when we know it’s helped in the past. Take whatever you need.
My teeth clenched.But you’ve already lost some from being shot.
So?Holding out her wrist, the long sleeve of her nightgown fell away.Drink. You’re right that it might fix whatever is wrong with us. We’re running out of time.
My mouth watered with urgency.
Her blood had proven, time and time again, that it could heal me.
But the thought of causing her more pain when she was already hurt...I couldn’t do it.
Don’t be stupid, Lucien. Do it.
I don’t have to bite you.
Huh?
“Stop.” Pulling her to a halt, I glanced at the men on the wall and dropped to one knee.
“W-What are you doing?” She squeaked just as I spun her to face me, gripped her hips, and pressed my mouth directly over the torn, blood-soaked fabric of her nightgown. The moment my tongue touched coppery blood, a violent shudder tore through me.
All the raw, unfinished hunger from the dreamscape slammed into us with vicious intensity. Hunger. Lust. Desperation.
Rook’s arousal flooded the bond—hot and aching. My body hardened and it took monumental effort not to pull her down to the floor.
Primal urges snarled to bury myself inside her until the only thing we cared about was being joined—writhing together, coming together.
Her breath hitched as I dragged my tongue over her wound. She pressed her thighs together, moaning quietly.
You’re going to have to stop. Her hand landed on my head for balance.Whatever happened to us when we first woke up has left me—
Starving?
Her chin tipped down as her fingers clutched my hair.I don’t understand why I need you so much. Why it feels as if sex is the most important thing when it’s thelastthing we should be thinking about.
I feel the same way.
I needed her.
So. Fucking. Much.
Every instinct demanded I slip inside her tight, wet heat and—
God, Lucien. Her fingers yanked on my hair, picking up on my filthy thoughts.Stop it.
Stop it?
How?
My cock pounded with savage demand. Whatever that vision or dream we’d slipped into had ruined us. It wasn’t even about sex or pleasure but somethingelse.Something driving us beyond rational minds and logic.
A fizzle of fire tried to spark around my heart, making me feral as I shifted from her hip to her core.
“Lucien,” she hissed, pulling my hair to stop me. “Wecan’t.”
