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He wanted to feel more than her kiss at his throat.
Holy fuck, he wanted it with a certainty he could not deny.
Brynne went utterly still now.
He knew she must sense the change in his body. Hell, she had to be able to hear the sudden throb of his pulse, hammering in anticipation—in need of what only she could give him.
She reared back, silent. Barely breathing.
Her hot amber gaze was filled with deep affection as she stared down at him. But he saw anguish there, too. And when her eyes drifted away from his face and down to the exposed column of his throat, he saw a longing in her that rattled him to the core.
She wanted this too.
She wanted him, in the same irrevocable way that he wanted her.
As a mate.
Bound together by blood.
When she would have retreated even further, Zael slowly shook his head. He reached up, sliding his palm to the back of her neck. Her pulse was racing, throbbing as heavily as his.
“Don’t run away from me now, Brynne. Come back here where you belong.”
She didn’t resist him as he pulled her to him and swallowed her broken moan with his kiss. Her fingers delved into his hair, clutching at him as their mouths came together in a heated, hungry joining.
The slight abrasion of her fangs against his tongue sent a current of white-hot need licking through every fiber of his being. He dragged her deeper, thrusting into her mouth as his cock began to thrust inside her sex.
She moved with him in an increasingly urgent rhythm, until they both were lost to the frenzy of their desire for each other.
And the deeper need that refused to be denied.
Brynne tore away from his kiss, breathless and panting, her eyes shining more fiercely than stars. Behind her parted lips, her fangs gleamed.
He smoothed his hands over her beautiful, transformed face. “You’re mine, Brynne. My blood already knows it. So does my heart.”
He tugged her down to him, and this time when their kiss ended, instead of pulling back, Brynne lowered her head to the side of his throat. Her tongue brushed like silk across his carotid.
Zael growled in response, his pulse hammering in permission and demand.
She answered with a pretty moan that vibrated straight into his marrow.
And then she closed her mouth over his vein and sank her fangs into his flesh.
CHAPTER 32
Brynne moaned as the first taste of Zael’s blood rushed into her mouth.
Quicksilver and exotic, it was nothing like the pungent copper red cells of the humans she had fed from all her life. But then, she should have known Zael’s blood would be a powerful, intoxicating force. Like the male himself, his blood dominated her senses, owning her from the very first taste.
Each sip she took from his vein streaked into her system like liquid fire, awakening her every nerve, fiber and cell. She couldn’t get enough. Drinking from him made her feel as though she’d been dying of thirst for centuries and was only just coming to life for the first time.
He had done this for her—awakened her, brought her to life. Dragged her out of the shadows and into a brilliant, irresistible new light.
