Page 118 of The Bonds of Indigo

My mouth crashes back to hers—ravaging, claiming, starving for what is mine.

Chapter 30

I’ve lost my mind. I’ve completely, utterly lost it for this man.

I knew it the moment he said he was going to feed—because the thought of him taking it fresh made me nauseous. He once told me he didn’t just drink for sustenance, but that he indulged. That he loved to fuck while he fed.

Fucking Vendra herself. The flood of emotions that hit me: jealousy, pain, rage. All of it merging into one undeniable truth.

I want him.

I want Kayn.

I’m a fool for pushing him away. Even if this is ephemeral, even if it’s doomed, why shouldn’t I feel good while I still can?

And Gods, does he feel and taste so good. I have never been kissed like this. Like he’s starving for me, as though he’s claiming me with every drag of his mouth. There’s nothing gentle about it; it’s primal, possessive, a desperate hunger that mirrors my own.

This is what I always hoped for from the bond. That he, or she, would make me feel weightless with a single touch. That being with them would feel like living inside a dream I never needed to close my eyes to enter.

That’s this moment.

His beard is surprisingly soft, not coarse or wiry, just perfect. I’ve imagined what it would feel like everywhere on my body. The same way I’ve wondered what his tongue, now sliding against mine in a rhythm that ruins me, would feel like against every inch of my skin.

When he breaks away, I’m panting, dazed, barely catching my breath before he drags me back in. I’m dizzy from the intensity alone, and I may need to remind him that I am, in fact, a creature that requires air to survive.

“Fuck, Amarah,” he croons, and godsdamn my name has never sounded so good.

This time he doesn’t dive back in to devour my lips. Instead, he drags his mouth down my jaw, biting and sucking until he reaches my neck. His fangs graze my skin, a feather-light threat, and I grip harder at his shoulder-length hair.

“Wait—wait!”

I panic and shout it through the bond. The force of it startles him, and guilt punches me square in the chest.

“Sorry… I just—I’ve never been fed on.”

“Good. I’d have been pissed otherwise.”

He buries his face into my neck, kissing along my pulse point, just above the curve of my shoulder. “I’ve thought about having my scent flowing through you for weeks now. When any Dylox gets near you—including people like Rane—they’ll know you’re mine.”

His tongue drags upward to my ear, slow and deliberate, and I shiver so hard my knees nearly buckle. The bathroom is hot, steam clinging to skin and tile alike, but the chill he leaves in his wake spreads across me in goosebumps.

“I’ll be gentle this first time,” he murmurs against my skin. “I’ve been feeding a long time, little slayer. I know how to control myself.”

My heart is trying to escape my ribcage. My breathing turns slightly frantic. I’ve thought about him feeding on me… Wanting it, if I’m being honest.

But the fear is still there.

What if he hates the way I taste? What if my blood is wrong somehow?

My kind doesn’t let Vampires feed on us. Ever. I was warned that ‘Blood Suckers’ of all kinds are strictly forbidden from feeding on Yldarwrights. No one ever explained why… Is it poisonous?

The bond wouldn’t let him be harmed by it, that I’m certain of.

“Okay,” I whisper, meeting his eyes even though my pulse is a war drum. “I trust you.”

He godsdamn growls. “You may as well of just sucked my cock that was so hot.”

“W-What—” I don’t get to finish the question, because he’s already back at my neck, and then a sharp sting shoots through my entire body.