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“Orgasms are a natural painkiller, and stimulation helps with cramps,” I told her as I pressed kisses across her jaw and down her neck.

She relaxed into my kisses with a breathy sigh and rubbed my chest. “And it’s an honor where you are from?”

“The greatest.” I wasn’t lying about that. There was nothing more an akari male dreamed of than this moment.

My hands roamed her towel, clenching and unclenching, testing at the corner folded into itself across her chest. She shivered, and her hands crept to my waistband, pushing my shirt up so she could feel the skin of my abs. I barely restrained a moan as her nails gently scored over my chest.

“I don’t want to hurt your feelings,” she whispered. But the heat in her eyes suggested that she was teasing more than honestly feeling pressured.

I assured her, nonetheless. “It’s not about me, Sunlight, it’s about you and your needs and your desires. If you are uncomfortable, I will not pry.”

“I’m not uncomfortable …” she said quietly and bit her lip.

Her hands rested on my back and pulled me closer, but I pushed away for a second to tear my shirt off and throw it to the floor. Now she could touch me as much as she wanted. I lifted her chin to meet my eyes and watched her pupils dilate as she returned my stare.

“I will lick you until you scream your release. You’ll sit on my face like a queen on a throne as your juices fall down my throat. I want to keep you in raptures so much so that you never feel any discomfort from your cycle.” She swallowed, and her chest heaved. “May I?” I whispered.

“Yes,” she gasped. “Please.”

Victorious, I swiftly tugged her towel off and lifted her into my arms. Her legs came around my waist, and I moved from the bathroom to the sofa. My lips touched hers in a frenzied kiss that built and built. The smell of her arousal amplified the scent of her blood. My cock was impossibly hard. So hard I ached. My fangs throbbed, and with every graze of her lips against them, I longed to sink my teeth into her lip.

But that wasn’t the blood I craved more than life itself.

I nipped my way down her jaw to her earlobe, lightly biting on the soft tissue and pulling a delicious shudder and sigh from my mate. Her nipples pebbled against my chest, and I directed my mouth in their direction. She pushed my hair back and gripped my head tightly to her chest as I sucked and pulled on the berry-red protrusion. She groaned and squirmed. “Baelen. That’s so good. But I need more.”

I smiled, proud she felt comfortable enough to ask me for what she needed. “You are a beautiful woman, my sunlight. I could gaze upon you all day. And one day, I will. But your blood calls to me. I need to taste it.” I pressed heated kisses to her stomach as I trailed down toward her mound.

She nodded desperately, her hips twitching, urging me to where she needed me most. “Please,” she whined.

I pushed her legs up so I could get a better view of her. White skin, pink lips, and between them, the smallest sliver of red. Saliva pooled under my tongue as the scent of her intensified. But rather than diving in with my tongue, I ran my finger between her folds, gathering her juices and massaging her clit with them. Her legs trembled at my touch, and she whimpered. I held her violet gaze as I lifted my finger, sucked it into my mouth, and licked the blood off with a groan, my eyes rolling back in my head at the taste of her.

When I opened my eyes, her eyes were blown wide, her chest heaved, and her skin was pebbled with arousal. I couldn’t hold back any longer. I had to bury my face into her weeping center. She whimpered as my tongue buried deep inside her, as deep as I could go. I curled my tongue, pulling her sweetness into my mouth and groaning at the rush her blood gave me. I’d never known anything like it. I dug my nails into my hands to stop myself from coming right there and then. I felt stronger, as though her blood had a special power I wasn’t aware of.

I gorged on her, and she squirmed, needing more. She sobbed as my lips closed around her clit and sucked.

“Are you going to come, my sunlight?” I asked in a growl.

“God, yes.”

“There is no god here, Sunlight. Just the son of ones. But if you’d like to make me one, you have to pray to me.” I lightly blew on her clit, causing a shudder. “What’s my name?”

“Baelen,” she whined.

“Do you want to come?” I asked.

“Yes,” she whimpered.

“Scream my name as you do. Pray to me.”

My tongue licked at her rapidly and without mercy, and soon she was crying out. “Baelen. Baelen. Baelen.”

I bit into her thigh, and she screamed. Wetness gushed over my face, and I turned wild. Gorging on the blood from her veins and the blood from her pussy, I was overcome with light and thirst.

But of course, such a moment couldn’t last forever, and the door flew open, revealing the horrified faces of Charlie and Zaide.

CHAPTER21

CHARLIE

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