The last word had barely left my lips when twin piercing sensations came at my neck. I gasped as two shots of fire flooded my system. For a moment, it was all I could feel.
But then, just as quickly as the pain appeared, it gave way to something else entirely. Sebastian’s mouth closed around my neck, and sparks flitted from that point of contact. Flames shot through me, curling pleasantly in my core.
I moaned, trying to press myself closer to the vampire.
More.
I needed more.
Sebastian growled, his mouth moving even more urgently against my neck. His tongue lapped at my skin, and somehow, that need grew stronger.
The rational part of my brain heard the sucking sounds and understood that he was drinking my blood. I should have been revolted, but I wasn’t. It didn’t even bother me.
How could something that felt this good be bad?
If anything, I couldn’t believe we hadn’t done this sooner. My muscles tightened and my heart pounded as Sebastian drank his fill. This powerful male—the Prince of Darkness—drew feelings from me that I never even knew existed.
Time ceased to have all meaning. It was just the two of us.
We definitely weren’t just “allies”. There was no way he could make me feel this good and just be my ally. The pull of his mouth against my neck and the tightening of my core spoke of the depth of our relationship.
I moaned, pressing myself further against my husband as he continued to drink. We were… friends who shared blood on occasion, and who also just happened to be married?
Complicated.
We were complicated.
I definitely hoped that this would happen again. Ithadto happen again. I couldn’t live with the knowledge that pleasure like this existed and not find out where else it could lead.
How would it feel to have his fangs in my neck when we were in a less dangerous situation? Preferably one that took place over an extended period of time, with fewer clothes on both of us.
I had to know.
For research.
Eventually, Sebastian’s drinking slowed. His grip on my hip loosened and his fangs left my neck. I sucked in a breath as his tongue lapped at the site of his bite.
“This will help you heal,” he murmured.
I couldn’t concentrate on anything except for the sandpaper feel of his tongue against my skin. Somehow, even that felt good.
“How do you feel, Luna?” he asked, his hand leaving the back of my neck to cup my cheek.
Mentally running a check over my entire body, I lifted a shoulder. “I feel fine.” Except for the writhing need in my core. “The more pressing question is, how do you feel?”
“I’m fine.”
“Are you sure?”
“Darling, I haven’t felt this good since the night I was Made,” Sebastian said gruffly. His voice was rough and strained, but he sounded… better. Stronger. He added, “There’s only one thing that would make me feel better.”
I raised a brow. “What?”
A dark laugh escaped Sebastian. “A conversation for another time, wife.”
He paused, and I could have sworn he growled as his lips met mine in a claiming kiss. It was fast and searing and left me wanting more.
Moments after his lips left mine, a sickening, squelching sound came from Sebastian’s chest. The wooden stake landed on the floor with a clatter.
His arm laced around my hip and he pulled me against him. His voice was gruff and he growled, “Hold on tight, Luna. Let’s go home.”