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“Neo!” I spin my head to where he’s inches from my face, to behold his fangs dripping with my blood. That piercing pain. I stare down at the new mark right above my heart oozing a few drops. The Scourge still invades my flesh and blood, the pestilence encroaching once more. That’s when I register what Neo has done. No traces of my blood on his tongue. Instead, his lips are stained with that hellish invader. Hesuckedthe poison.
A second later, I’m falling back against his bed, against Neo’s palm that catches me. My vision blackens again to the Scourge threatening to overwhelm me, to destroy me. It took all my strength to reach for Neo’s tether.
“The moment you crashed to your knees, my heart…it froze. Elysia…” He cups my cheek and leans over to tell me, “I can’t destroy it. My power can’t destroy my Father’s. But I can suck it. I can take it from you, then destroy it once it’soutsideyou.”
When the Scourge unites with my trauma serpents, granting them the power of the plague, I scream, gritting my nails into the sheets. “What the fuck are you waiting for?!”
“Not just in one place, Elysia. It’s too strong. It could take a hundred bites to suck all the poison out.” Neo combs his fingers through my hair, eyes like a winter storm, as he begs me, “Let me give you venom.”
Trust me, Elysia…when I bite you, I will leave love marks all over your skin. You will be proud to display them. And all will know you belong to the Prince of Destruction.
And suddenly, I thrash my head back and forth and scream, “No!”
One hundred bites. No venom.Your time will come when you reserve the right to relive your trauma.Oh, Nita, I will so fucking get her for this!
“Elysia—” Neo tries to protest.
“Would you deny me my trauma, Neo? No fuckingvenom.” The serpents hiss. Rearing up, they prepare to attack my heart again. “Neo, follow my trauma map. NOW!” He knows exactly where to follow those marks.
Neo bites. He sinks his fangs into me. I scream just as I screamed over and over again that long night. Just as I’d required, he follows the map, biting my shoulder, sucking the poison. Through the pain blurring my vision, I glance up. A tremor rocks his body while his shades and flames rush out of his mouth, his eyes, his very skin. Because Neo can only destroy the Scourge once he takes it inside himself. He needs to save that destructive energy, he needs it for Mordere’s army.
So, when he bites my shoulder this time, I arch my back, writhing to the pain, but manage to cry out, “Take my blood, Neo!”
“No!”
“Take. My. Blood. You. Supercilious. Ass! I’m higher than you. Do as I command for once in your destructive life. Youoweme that!”
The Prince huffs and bites down again. Five marks all around my neck. Then lower, to my arm. I sense him sucking. His tongue laps at my blood. His head shoots up, his vampire wings thrust out, and his dark force ruptures the walls and shatters all the windows to release the blood moonbeams into the room to awaken his full thirst. Except…those wings become shields—a dark cocoon around my body. Just like the night I shared my trauma. Now, I relive it. He bites the skin beneath my collarbone, and I rake my nails along one of those wings, punching its side to the pain. Neo bites my chest again, absorbs the poison, and tastes my blood.
His lips are different than theirs. Theirs were a hot plague. A different sort of Scourge. The night was not a shielding cocoon as Neo’s wings have become. On that night, it was nothing but fire and smoke, sin and suffering…nothing but destruction. Tonight, this isbeautyfrom destruction!
So, I rip at what little remains of my soiled and blackened Court gown. I gaze down at my skin, at my flesh, at how the Scourge has retreated from my chest, from my throat. How my Halo flickers but not quite glows. “Keep going!” I plead with Neo and grind my head against the pillows, prepared for the next wave.
When Neo’s shades and flames dance all along my body, trying to soothe, to rouse—pain and pleasure as two sides of the same coin—, I beg him, “Touch me!”
My husband, he willalwaysbe my husband, sinks his teeth into the upper slope of my breast, but palms the flesh, rousing Halo heat between my thighs.
I close my eyes, feeling another tremor thunder through him. All his silver comes to life within his wings, and I lean my spine against one, lean into that powerful essence. Every sinew in that mass of membrane tightens, every muscle in his body hardening, one arm underneath me binding me, strong as a seal.
Invigorating himself with another sample of my blood, Neo doesn’t devour, doesn’t consume. Hesavors. Another bite within my cleavage, but my scream catches in my throat when he strokes my breast along with his cool shades, tender and loving, rubbing his thumb along the sensitive bud. Tonight, I reclaim that long night when the Father’s children fang-mutilated my body that still responded to their mouths, to their hands, but could not unearth any pleasure through the pain.
Verena came close in my underground lair. The only one I ever felt safe with.
“I am safe with you!” I gasp at Neo suckling my pebbled nipple into his warm mouth, tonguing my blood around the erect bud, his eyes deadpanning to mine. I reach down to run my fingers through his silver strands. I urge him as I’d had on our honeymoon, “You could never hurt me.”
Neo studies me, his eyes of silver keys when I first shared my Noralice with him, when he vowed to understand my past, when he vowed to return it to me the next morning. Tonight, he is a participant. Tonight, he doesn’t destroy me. Tonight, we reclaim…together.
So, when he bites the underside of my breasts just as my attackers did, I don’t scream. First, I hold my breath during the few seconds it takes him to destroy the poison, to savor my blood. Now, I exhale and inhale to his mouth seeking my breasts, kissing and stroking them with his tongue. And I weep, I weep, I weep!
He pauses to kiss my tears, his mouth like a flame. Slowly, I learn to breatheintothe bites, eager for his hands, for his lips, for his tongue to eclipse that pain with pleasure until my Halo begins to glow liquid gold.
Halfway down my body now, Neo bites my navel, then my pelvis, lower into my pubic hairs because they left holes everywhere, even in hidden places. But as soon as his tongue follows up in a lavish stroke along my sex to taste, to savor, to grant me pleasure to the forerunner of pain, I clench his wing, the powerful muscle responding. Those shades weave all around my flesh, massaging, soothing a cold rush to the dozens of pinprick wounds.
“Don’t stop!” I wail. Neo bites my sex, drawing a slight trickle of blood to breed with my gold. Now, I love these short bursts of pain because I am alive. I suffer and bleed and grow! Utter bliss and rapture follow from Neo’s warm ribbon of silk tongue injecting into my sex, stroking and caressing the fire blossom, and cresting to lick the swollen nub in what can only be described asserendipity!
Gripping his wings, I plunge into his mind at the last second, uniting us as I fall over the edge to my climax. All my muscles tighten to the crescendo swelling from my sex, igniting a lightning path up my spine. Light beams flow from my eyes as my face wades in heated ecstasy.
The Scourge begins a slow fade. But Neo still must suck away every last drop.
