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“Uhn,” I groan, my dick going hard. The very thought of it is driving me insane. I need her to give me permission now before I burst. “I want that too.”
I can feel my fangs starting to drop, but I force them back as she hasn’t given me the go-ahead—yet.
She lowers her eyes and pulls her hands out of mine. I frown at her as she starts to undo the zipper down the side of her slinky black dress.
“Wait!” I say and put my hand up to stop her.
“You don’t want this?” she asks, puzzled, but slightly disappointed to my relief.
“Yes! Yes, I do. But just the bite. The rest… we can wait for the others to be here. I want to wait,” I add, trying to have the guts to say what I want from her. “I don’t want to add to the pressure of your first time.”
Her eyes flood with love for me, and it makes me feel warm inside. I will never be warm on the outside, but I’m used to that.
“Oh,” she says with a small smile. “Okay.”
She holds out her wrist for me with only a slight shake of her hand. I grip it and move in closer to her, dropping my fangs, trying to keep them hidden from her.
“Show me,” she demands. “I want to see them.”
My love for her skyrockets as I comply with her order and flash them at her. She licks her lips and again, I hear her heart beat faster.
“I’m ready,” she whispers.
I see her brace herself, and I wish with everything that I have that I don’t fuck this up and hurt her beyond the initial sting. I’ve bitten a thousand people, over a thousand times, and yet in this moment, I feel nervous, scared even, that I’ll cause her pain and she will never let me near her again.
“Do it,” she urges softly and presses her other hand to the back of my neck as I lower my head to her wrist.
I breathe in deeply, the scent of her blood a delicious aroma that builds up the desire in me to boiling point. I can’t stop now.
I slice my fangs into the soft flesh at her wrist, into her veins, and I start to suckle, listening for her hiss of pain to turn to one of pleasure.
It does in the next few seconds.
She relaxes her hand, having clenched it into a fist when I bit her, but she digs her nails into the back of my neck with her other hand.
My knees nearly buckle. The sweet taste of her is rattling me. I’ve fed from humans and Vamps alike, but never tasted this. Not even from Elrich. She tastes like honey and milk and warm apple pie with strawberries on top. It makes my heart pound. She has power. Far more than I’ve ever felt before and it makes me go lightheaded.
I whimper and draw back from her, pulling my fangs out of her wrist.
“More,” she pants, and I wish I could oblige her, but I can’t. I feel like I’m floating on air. If I drink any more from her, I will likely pass out.
“I’ve taken enough,” I croak out and flick my tongue over her already healing wounds. “Thank you, Savvie. You have no idea how much this means to me.”
I look up into her eyes. They are shining with lust, desire, a darkness that thrills me. The scent of her arousal is hitting my nose and is making my dick push painfully against my pants. I want nothing more than to take her right now and fuck her until she comes all over me, but I said we would wait. She has to trust me with this. I need to give her that.
So, I step back slightly, my eyes on hers. They flood with disappointment, but she nods, knowing this is how it is going to be, just this once.
Oh, how I hope we can all fall into the sack soon so that I can fulfil my fantasy of biting into her neck while she screws me until I weep.
The fact that Trey also pops into that fantasy now, does nothing to startle me. Ever since I tasted him earlier, he hasn’t been far from my thoughts.
I wonder what Savvie will think of that.
Chapter 28
Savannah
Iwander absent-mindedly around the Palace. I’m bored, but I understand the need for this lockdown. I was resistant at first because I hate being told what to do, but after a bit of quiet reflection, Ihaveto be smart about this and listen to Jerrick. He knows what he’s talking about and it’s his job to ensure that I’m safe. Since I killed Anders, I haven’t ventured off Dark Fae lands, but I’ll admit that I’ve been playing it fast and loose with my safety by leaving the Palace. Ikilledthe Light Fae King. The implications of that surface every now and again before I shove them as far down as possible. If Ambrosia and her Guards get their hands on me, Iwillstand trial for his assassination and be executed. My sad case of denial has been firmly brushed away and now I’m going to be responsible and stay where I’m put. That and carrying my wand with me wherever I go. I have it stashed in a sexy black lace garter on my thigh. Hardly practical, but until I can get to the leather smith to craft me a proper thigh holster for it, then it will have to do. I’m risking a lot by carrying this around with me as it is. No one can touch it except me, so I have to be verycareful when interacting with people, especially my men. There’s no being swept away in the moment while this is attached to me.
