Page 24 of Taken By the Blood God

“I may not be sure about how I feel about it, but my intuition tells me this is right. And I always listen to my intuition.”

Talant studied me. I sensed he was struggling with himself.

“Very well.”

He lifted my wrist, holding it level with his mouth. I took a deep breath, bracing myself for pain though he told me there would be none.

His lips brushed my wrist, distracting me from my worries, but the contact sent my pulse scrambling for a different reason. It felt sensual rather than compulsory. The sweep of his tongue over my skin made me jump, but before I could open my mouth to reprimand him, my wrist went numb. I realized that was why he said it wouldn’t hurt. His saliva must have numbed my skin.

My mind went completely blank when his mouth opened, baring the fangs he showed me earlier, and he bit down. I didn’t feel his teeth pierce my skin, but I did feel his lips seal around the area.

Heat swept over my body like a tidal wave, leaving a prickling sensation in its wake. My thighs clenched together as that heat gathered low in my pelvis and began to throb.

By all the gods and goddesses, I hadn’t expected this reaction.

Talant suckled my wrist again, taking another pull of blood, and there was another answering hot sweep over my skin. I gasped as it followed the same path as the first wave. My clit pulsed and I knew all it would take was the barest touch to make me come. Or another swallow.

I didn’t get a chance to tell him to stop because he drank in another swallow, the tug of his mouth echoed between my legs.

I detonated.

I panted, my head falling forward as I squeezed my eyes shut, and my entire body shuddered as the orgasm crashed over me. The power of my climax swelled when he pulled from my wrist a fourth time.

A low whimper escaped me as I slouched sideways, putting my free hand on the bed to brace myself upright. My thighs ached from how hard I pressed them together. Ragged breaths left my lips as the orgasm finally began to fade.

I realized that Talant’s mouth was no longer on me. He had taken enough blood.

He’d also taken me.

I closed my eyes as mortification swamped me. Talant lowered my wrist to his thigh, still cradling my hand in his palm, but I couldn’t look at him. I didn’t even want to be in the same country as him, much less the same room. The silence between us was heavy and tense. One wrong word and it would explode into…something neither of us needed to deal with right now.

“Are you okay?” he finally asked.

If he’d sounded even the least bit smug, I wasn’t sure what I would have done. Probably punch him in the dick.

But his voice was low. Worried. He wasn’t asking to rub salt into the wound. He was concerned about me. And likely my reaction to what had just happened.

I took a deep breath and sat up straight, easing my hand from his grip. With both palms pressed against the tops of my thighs, I moved my gaze to the floor.

“I’m okay,” I answered. “I didn’t realize…”I didn’t realize I would enjoy it.I couldn’t finish the thought aloud.

“I’m sorry.”

I closed my eyes. He still sounded sincere. He was sorry that he’d given me the most intense orgasm of my life, and we were both still fully dressed and barely touching.

“Did you know that would happen?” I asked.

“No, not really.”

My head came up and whipped around so I could look at him. “What do you meannot really?”

He swallowed hard beneath my stare. I expected him to stall or prevaricate, but he answered me.

“Some people find pleasure in the blood exchange,” he said. “But nothing like…”

He didn’t finish the sentence, but I got the gist. Nothing like what I’d just experienced.

His eyes were hot on me even as he withdrew.

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