Page 137 of Volik

Fangs.

Bliss surges through my veins, and my head drops back.

My heart is still pounding, but the rhythm changes.

It is no longer anger that I feel.

“Nix,” I gasp through the pleasure. “How?”

Her arms circle around my neck as she moans against my skin, swallowing.

My gravito pulses again. But the rumble is low. Vibrating. Pulling her naked body tight against my back.

Her tongue licks across my skin as her fangs stay lodged in my neck.

“Nix,” I groan.

I reach back, finding her hips and gripping their softness in my hands.

Nix moans as she swallows again.

Then she lifts her head.

But… her fangs are new. And she does not pull them straight out. But the tug against my skin is not painful.

My cock throbs.

Nyet. The tug is not painful.

I can feel droplets of my blood falling off her lips onto my shoulder as she pants behind me.

Nix drags her nose up the side of my neck. “It’s like drinking a minty vanilla milkshake.” Her voice sounds like sex.

And I have to see.

Turning, I face my mate.

Nix is standing on the bed, putting us face-to-face.

And, as I look into her black eyes, a feeling I have not felt in centuries surges through me.

I grip her beautiful face in my hands.

And I let myself feel it.

I watch another drop of blood fall from the tip of her fangs. And I let myself feel my love for her.

Love, bigger than I’ve ever known before, fills every inch of my being.

Nix is mine.

She is my mate.

She is my world.

My everything.

My salvation.