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As his blood makes it to the back of my throat, a craving takes hold. Instinct kicks in, and next time I bring my lips to him, I don’t hold back.
When I get a good suction around both punctures, my mouth floods with the most satiating gulp.
Ellister and I both moan at the same time, and as I keep drinking with long pulls, something starts happening to my body.
My veins sizzle. My fingertips vibrate. My lips tingle.
The pleasure zones in my brain light up, making me giddy and weightless.
Is this what Ellister experienced when he drank from me?
It’s out of this world.
My empty stomach fills, relieving me of the hunger pangs. My head gets clearer, the fogginess fading away.
I feel energized and strong.
Arousal suddenly slams through me, pulsing between my legs. I’m hot all over, but not in a bad way. My breathing gets faster as I clutch his arm, my nails making crescent indents on his skin.
Ellister would probably let me drain him dry before he tells me to stop, but I know I need to on some intuitive level. As if Ellister and I are physically connected, I can sense his body reaching a threshold as I drain him.
Stop. Stop!
It’s hard, but I do.
Breaking away, I scramble backward. I scoot until my head bumps the slanted wall, putting enough distance between us for him to be safe from me.
I’m a fucking shark.
“I’m—I’m sorry.” With wide eyes, I cover my mouth in shock as his decadent blood lingers on my tongue. “I think I liked that a little too much.”
Ellister’s lips lift with a stiff smile. “It was a sight to see. You’ve got a bloodthirsty side.”
He’s got that right.
His arm is sprawled out, his palm facing up so I can see the wounds. He wasn’t kidding about leaving a mark. There’s a giant hickey around the area where I’d been sucking. I marked him up good, and a big part of me likes seeing the evidence of what I did.
He’s still bleeding a bit, but it’s slowing. A few drops have pooled on the rock floor, and I’m resisting the urge to lick it up.
After crawling over to him, I rip the sleeve of my dad’s flannel shirt and wrap it tightly around Ellister’s wrist to bandage his wounds.
Once it’s secured, I bravely let my inner wrist hover above his mouth. “It’s your turn.”
I’m a little bit worried he’s going to go back on our deal and refuse. But he doesn’t.
“Closer.” His lips brush my skin with each syllable, sending goose bumps up my arm. “Wedge your bone under my teeth. On my command, push back.”
Doing as he says, I try not to wince or cower from anticipation of the sting, but any apprehension disappears after the initial puncture.
The brief pain turns into a pleasant heat when he begins drinking from me with as much fervor as I did with him.
It tickles, and my veins fizzle with dozens of little sparks as my blood flows into his mouth. Without full use of his tongue and jaw, he’s a messy eater, and some trails down the sides of his face.
Seeing the streams of red on his skin does something to me.
My chest feels full, my heart is pounding, and the flesh between my thighs pulses from being so turned on.
I release a slow breath to stop myself from moaning.
