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He opened his eyes to slits, and his mouth twitched into a weak smile.
“Hey. I want to feed you, but I don’t know how to without endangering myself. Have you done it before?”
He didn’t answer, but the smile slipped until only a pain-filled grimace remained. “I… do not understand.”
I tried again. “Have you fed from people without killing them?”
“Yes. But not when I am this empty. It would take two or three to fill me up.”
I sat back on my heels, staring at him, but Daeary closed his eyes again. Was it the light or did his face look even more gaunt than even a few minutes ago? I yearned to place my hand on his chest to check his heartbeat, but I didn’t dare. Dyf was right—he’d drain me in an instant.
Rerunning Daeary’s words, I straightened up. He’d said two could fill him up. My eyes snapped to Dyf, who stepped back under my intense gaze.
I jumped to my feet and grabbed his arms, steadying myself as the world spun around me. “Dyf. You heard him. The two of us could do it. We could save him.”
Dyf shook his head, his eyes narrowing as looked down at me. “No. You are sick, and the blood vines took so much from you, you cannot afford to lose any more.”
My chest clenched again, and I took a deep breath until the ache went away. “Please. I can’t lose him. I’ve lost so much alread—”
My voice broke, and I swallowed a sob. Dyf lifted my chin and studied my face as my tears overflowed and ran down my cheeks. His glacier eyes softened. “I will kill him before he harms you.”
Before I could protest, he bent and kissed me gently. “But I can see he is important to you. I will yield and do as you wish.”
Daeary had been silent throughout our heated exchange. How best to do this? We were in the middle of a dark forest, and I’d already had sex with both of the men. It wasn’t like I had any dignity left to lose. So I dropped my pants and lowered myself until I straddled Daeary’s chest, keen on getting the show on the road. Anything to get that haunted, fearful look out of his eyes.
“Stay with me, Daeary,” I whispered. His body was unnaturally cold against my thighs, and I shivered. I couldn’t tell whether the sickness had heated my skin, or whether he was actually that chilled. Taking a deep breath, I leaned down and pressed my lips against his, willing him to draw strength from the contact.
“Damn it, Beth.” He shoved against me as feebly as a kitten. “I do not want to feed from you. I will kill you.”
“You won’t.” I placed my hand against his face, letting him feel the desire burning in my veins. As the hunger flared in his gaze, I claimed his mouth again. My tongue danced with his, tasting, teasing. The world swam away in a haze of lust and fever.
I was scared, sure. But giving him what only I could also turned me on. I rubbed myself against his lower body, and a broken groan rumbled in his chest. His hands slid to my hips, fingers digging into flesh as I ground harder against his bulging length under his leather pants.
Dyf’s hands slid over my skin, tracing the outline of my ass. I leaned into his touch for a few seconds, showing him how grateful I was for his support, before focusing on the male under me.
Scooting up Daeary’s cold body, I straightened up in front of his face, exposing myself to his hungry gaze. The air felt electric with desperation and lust. My heart pounded in my chest—I’d never been this forward before. But if I wanted to save him, I couldn’t be shy.
“Take what you need, Daeary,” I whispered.
He stared at me for a moment, his expression conflicted before he nodded. And then finally, he pounced.
Grasping my hips with surprising strength, he pulled me toward his eager mouth. His tongue swirled around my clit, and I wheezed at the sensation. My knees weakened, and tremors ran through my body as he licked along my folds.
“Gods, Daeary,” I moaned, my fingers threading through his black hair as he continued to lap and suck at my cunt. Each flick of his tongue sent shivers down my spine, my body trembling with each delicious touch.
I looked down at him, at the desperation in his eyes as he fought to control himself, not to drain me completely. But with every stroke of his tongue, every teasing nip of his teeth, I could feel him drawing closer to the edge, his need for sustenance growing stronger.
Waves of pleasure flowed through me, but when they ebbed, they took my life force with them. I felt myself becoming weaker, but I couldn’t have stopped this if I’d wanted to.
Chapter twenty-five
BETH
Myheaddrooped,andonly Daeary’s hands kept me upright. I was too weak to moan out my pleasure. This was just like in the pool. I’d miscalculated. My climax would stop my heart, and Daeary would die soon after, knowing he’d killed his mate.
And then the drain eased. The incubus threw back his head and shouted, his chin glistening with my juices. Dyf’s hand caressed my back, following the contours until he reached my ass. I couldn’t turn to look what he was doing behind me, but the slurping noises told me his mouth was occupied.
Daeary gasped out, “He… Goddess, his mouth…”
