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We both do.

I keep swallowing.

Vanilla syrup coats my tongue. My throat. Mixes with mint as it fills my senses.

Energy buzzes through my body as I swallow another mouthful of Volik’s blood.

Chapter 57

Volik

It should not be possible.

Human teeth should not be able to pierce my skin.

But Nix’s did.

And I feel every drop of blood that she sucks out of me. That she swallows.

My cock feels unbelievably hard. And I shove it deeper into my mate.

Pressing her against the wall, I work my length in and out of her heat as I cling to consciousness.

She feels so good.

Nix swallows again.

She feels so gods damn good.

She pulls her mouth away from my throat as her head rolls to the side, her cheek resting on my shoulder.

I am powerful. My blood is powerful. A single drop of her blood lit my gravito on fire. And she drank more than a drop.

I tighten my hold on her ass and reach up with my other hand, gripping her braid and pulling her head back.

A deep purr rolls through my body.

My mate has blood, my blood, dripping down her lips. Her bare tits are pressed against my body. And her hot pussy is choking my cock.

I slam into her. “What do I taste like, Mate?” I grit out the question.

Nix moans. “Like vanilla.” She licks across her bottom lip, consuming more of me. “Like a dessert.”

“Good,” I growl. “I like cherries with my dessert.” I tug on her braid so her head tips to the side.

Then I do what I have wanted to do since the first moment I saw her.

I open my mouth. I angle my head. And I sink my fangs into my mate’s neck.

And I suck.

My eyes roll back.

My gravito swirls into a cyclone of energy inside my ribs.

I swallow.

The room shakes.