She rolled her shoulders, the scent between her legs permeating the air with a luscious sweetness, her eyes dilated as they flicked over the monster.
“Careful,” I reminded him. “Her wrist. Bite her wrist.”
The Beast drew a long inhale, his eyes shuddering shut for a moment as he filled his lungs with blood and nectar.
Reshina lifted her chin, turning her face to offer her neck like she had a death wish.
“WRIST,” I reminded him, but it was something like my voice that echoed in the dark.
“What?” she gasped. “Did you just speak?”
The Beast shook his head in confusion and I mirrored it.
“WRIST,” I repeated to him, but the word came out of his mouth.
Her lips turned down as she lifted her hand in offering.
I’d never spoken through the Beast before.
I’d never heard him say a word or utter more than a monster’s roar.
But he’d done it. I’d done it.
He turned her hand, wrapping his long claws over her forearm. The underside of her wrist was pale, but the rapid beating of her heart pumped through her veins, glowing in our eyes.
BITE. BLOOD.
“With ease,” I told him calmly. “Please.”
His tongue grazed across her skin, tasting the surface, savoring the sweetness. I held the reins as he bit down, allowing him one second, two—it was on the third, I told him that was enough. It was on her sharp inhale of pain that I gave everything I had to restrain him from biting harder, sucking on her broken skin longer.
At our battle, her blood dripped onto the rocks and the ground shuddered, opening wide for a Beast and a Goddess to fall back into the Underrealm.
CHAPTER 31
Reshina
There was no cold.
No frozen winter crystalizing my wings.
No icy feathers melting from the heat of his body over mine.
Only fire.
Only flame.
Only the one who could ease my fever.
Who could tame the rapid pulse and pull such sweet pleasure from the wound at my wrist.
I tossed and turned when he left me.
Frightened, fretting, calling for him to return and calm the scorching blood in my veins once more.
He’d leave and I’d moan.
He’d return and I’dmoan.
