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I sucked hard, nearly choking on how much blood I’d drawn into my mouth, but I chugged it greedily, unthinking about anything but the ecstasy of it.
“T-Too much, Lorn,” Dason warned, his hands creating a barrier between our bodies as he began to pull me off of him.
I keened as his hands moved to my face. I resisted, hissing against his skin as he tried to tell me I was taking too much.
“You have to pull your fangs back, Lorn. You’re draining me,” Dason slurred.
I took another pull, and then another.
Deep inside me, something growled, and it finally snapped me back to reality.
On a pained, remorseful cry, I forced my fangs to retract into my gums. I threw myself away from Dason, regret coloring my expression.
My hand flew to my mouth, blood covering my chin. “Oh my God,” I whispered in horror. “I’m a monster. I’m… I’m so sorry.”
Tears stung my eyes.
Dason slapped a hand over his neck where I’d left two gaping holes in his skin. His chest heaved, and my vision strayed to the come that painted a large wet spot across the front of his jeans.
Air worked into my strangled lungs as heat worked its way across my chilled cheeks.
“Dason.” How did you say you were sorry for getting someone off and then almost killing them? I wanted to crawl in a hole and die.
“Come here, Lorn.” Dason held his hand out for me, but I curled in on myself, self-loathing thick and consuming. “Don’t make me order you again,” he rasped, his eyes flashing with the presence of his puma.
Slowly, I crawled across the floor to kneel in front of him, ready to face his reproach.
His hand moved from his neck, and he craned his throat sideways, stretching the injured swath of skin for me to see. There was no way I was going to drink from him again. I hadn’t taken stock of my hunger since ripping away from Dase, but instinctually I knew I’d had enough for now.
His hand twisted in the fabric of my shirt, tugging me closer.
Instinctively, I leaned down and let my tongue lap at his skin. His flesh knit together, the healing properties of my saliva sealing his wounds and accelerating his recovery. He could have easily healed the punctures himself, but somehow he’d known I’d feel better if I took care of him the way he’d taken care of me.
Tentatively, I reached for the hem of his shirt and pulled it up, revealing one inch of skin at a time until I had a clear view of his bandages. I ripped them as easily as if they were tissue paper and hummed appreciatively.
“That looks so much better already.” I trailed a finger over the pink, puckered flesh.
“There’s no doubt Kota could have done a better job. This will leave a scar, but it’s a small price to pay.” Dason tugged his shirt back down and moved me until I was sitting beside him.
His gaze roamed over my features. “You look better. How do you feel?”
I took stock of my body, really examining myself so I could answer his question.
“Better.” The pangs in my stomach had subsided for now, and I was a little warmer than I’d been when I’d first woken up, a side effect from being filled with Dason’s warm blood. “I’m sorry,” I murmured, “for going too far and almost draining you.”
“I told you I had you. I wouldn’t have let you do any serious damage.” Dason smirked, and it made me crack a smile.
“Only to your jeans,” I muttered to myself, and Dason barked out a laugh. It sounded so out of character for his usually serious, sometimes grouchy demeanor, but then I realized that maybe he wasn’t as surly as I’d originally thought. We didn’t really know each other beyond pack dynamics. A fact that was even more embarrassing given that I’d just made him ruin his pants.
And I would have done it over again just to feel him between my legs.
I blushed.
All my mates were well endowed, and I sent up a little prayer of thanks to the great spirits for the gift—or should I say gifts.
Still, there was something intimate about having made Dason come that had me squirming where I sat. His blood had been satisfying, but my body was still slick, the heat in my belly simmering for release.
“It was intense,” he admitted, that low rasp back in his tone. “I can still feel the venom coursing through me.”
