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“Come on, Darlin’,” he murmured, not sure if she could hear him or not. “Come back to me—please?”
Almost as though she was listening to him, Sky’lar stirred in his arms and pressed her face to his neck. She nuzzled against him and then Torin felt the softness of her lips at the side of his throat.
Sudden understanding rushed through him—Sky’lar wasn’t thirsty for water—that wasn’t what she needed! He remembered how sick and dizzy she’d gotten and how she’d had to rush to that strange blood shop back on Portex Three to get a drink from one of the Serpentines working there.
“Blood, that’s what you need—isn’t it, Darlin’?” he murmured. “And that’s what I’m going to give you. Come here, baby…”
This wasn’t the way things were supposed to go, he thought, as he tilted his head and nudged his neck closer to her sweet lips. Biting among the Blood Kindred was a sensual, intimate experience—part of their Bonding Sex ritual. But it was always the male piercing the female with his fangs, not the other way around. Still, Torin didn’t mind switching things up—this wasn’t about sex, it was about saving Sky’lar’s life.
Instinct seemed to lead her to him, even though she was still only half conscious. She inhaled deeply, as though breathing in his scent, and then he felt her lips open and the sharp prick of her fangs skating delicately over his skin.
The sensation sent a shiver through Torin’s entire body. In that moment, he knew he had never wanted anything as badly as he wanted her to bite him and drink from him.
“That’s right, Darlin’,” he murmured encouragingly. “Come on—you can do it.”
Suddenly, she struck. Torin gave a growl of surprise as he felt her sharp points pierce his flesh. There was an instant of bright, intense pain… and then pleasure poured through him.
“Seven Hells!” he breathed as his shaft went rock hard in his trousers. He hadn’t expected it to feel like this—he’d known that she had fangs, but he hadn’t known that she also made essence like a male Blood Kindred.
But Pitch Blood Kindred aren’t supposed to be able to inject essence while they drink blood from a donor or a mate, he thought, feeling dazed.
Well, tell that to his shaft! It was standing at attention and throbbing. In fact, he had the feeling that if she kept on drinking from him, he was going to come!
There was nothing he could do about it, though—he was giving Sky’lar what she needed and everything else was a secondary consideration.
“That’s right, Darlin’,’ he murmured, stroking her back and cupping the back of her head to bring her closer. “That’s right—take what you need. Gods, feels so damn good!”
It seemed that Sky’lar couldn’t get enough of his blood. She swallowed thirstily, her fangs deep in his neck, making soft little moans of pleasure in the back of her throat as she did so.
Torin loved the feeling of growing sexual pleasure her bite was giving him but even more, he loved the knowledge that he was healing her—giving her exactly what she needed to get better from the deep wound she’d sustained.
Still, he really was going to come if he wasn’t careful. During the whole scene at the Yonnite party where he went down on Sky’lar, he hadn’t come. And before that, when they were “roll playing” in his ship, he also hadn’t had a sexual release. At this point it felt like the sexual tension had been building inside him for fucking days—he was close…so damn close…
And then, as abruptly as she had pierced him, Sky’lar withdrew her fangs and sat up in his lap.
“What in the Underworld is going on?” she asked, looking around like a woman waking up from a dream. “Where are we and why am I drinking from you? And why does your blood taste so good?”
TWENTY-THREE
SKY
Sky felt like she was trapped in a dream—a nightmare of thirst and deprivation where her body was slowly wasting away and she was unable to do anything about it. How long she’d been having this dream, she didn’t know, but it was miserable and it felt like forever.
And then, she smelled something hot and spicy and good—a scent which called to her in a way nothing else had before. She became aware that she was being cradled close to someone’s chest—hard and warm and muscular—and a deep, somehow familiar voice was speaking to her. It was urging her to bite…to take what she needed.
Sky’s fangs itched and ached to pierce flesh and find the source of that incredible scent. She nuzzled closer to the warmth that was pressing against her mouth and nose—it was where the amazing scent was coming from, she realized. It smelled wild and spicy in a way that was utterly compelling.
Before she knew it, her fangs were buried in the willing flesh being offered to her. There were no scales in the way—the skin beneath her lips and tongue was soft—though a bit scratchy, as though from stubble, which Serpentines didn’t have. A male then—she was biting a humanoid male. She’d never done that before.
