Page 43 of Shadow Weaver
I gave him a jaunty salute. “I’ll resist the urge to throw myself off the balcony.”
“Do that. Broken bones take ages to reset.”
He left me to the night and half a cup of cocoa, which I drained immediately. My stomach clenched with hunger.
Blood.
Now that I’d thought about it, my body remembered that I needed it, and the craving began.
Urgh.
Twenty-four hours before they restocked. How would I last that long?
The door opened, and my body went into alert mode, my heartbeat picking up as Brady stepped onto the balcony. His huge frame ate up space as he lowered himself into the seat Lloyd had vacated.
My mouth was suddenly dry. “Hey.”
“Hey.” He glanced over at me. “Want company?”
“Always.”
Our gazes met, and the wordsI’ve missed youwere on the tip of my tongue, but I bit them back.
He took a seat, then lifted the flask and shook it. “Looks like you’ll need a refill.”
I opened my mouth to reply, but my stomach chose that moment to grumble.
Brady froze for a second and then slowly put the flask down. “When did you last feed?”
“A couple of days ago. But I’m fine. Lloyd is ordering more blood.”
“Twenty-four more hours,” Brady said. “You won’t be any good to us if you’re weak from hunger.”
“I can handle it.”
He reached out to the door and flipped the latch to closed and then turned to me. “Come here.”
My stomach did a hard flip, and then my pulse was hammering in my throat. “What?”
He leaned forward in his seat, reached over his shoulder, grabbed the neck of his tee, and pulled it over his head. Oh, God, he was half-naked. Bare-chested and glorious, slumped in the seat, legs splayed so I could run my gaze over his abdomen, all muscles and velvet skin.
“I’m going to feed you, Indigo.” His baritone was even deeper than usual. A rumble that vibrated through me.
My gums began to throb in time to the pulse at the apex of my thighs. I wanted him. His blood and … more. If I fed off him, I wouldn’t be able to control myself.
“I can’t.”
He reached for me and lifted me easily off my seat and onto his lap so that I was straddling him. He swelled beneath me, his hardness pushing up against my crotch, making me instantly wet.
I tucked in my chin. “Brady, I … I don’t know if I’ll be able to control myself.”
He brushed a thumb across my cheek and then used the crook of his finger to tilt my chin up so he could meet my eyes. I melted into the stars that shone in there.
“Leave the control to me. Just feed. Take what you need.” He tilted his head to the side to expose his neck. “Take it, Indigo.”
Oh, fuck. My fangs slid out from my gums. I laved his neck, once, twice, feeling his cock jump against me. A rush of power coursed through me, and then I bit him. Hot, potent blood filled my mouth, hitting my senses like a pleasure shot, and then I was drinking him in, wrapping myself around him like a fucking limpet, and sucking on him.
His hands tightened on my hips as I moved against him, riding his cock through the layers of fabric, spiraling toward that place of light and explosions. But he didn’t move with me. He kept still. He didn’t make a single sound. The only indication of his excitement was the swelling of his hardness and the rapid pulse of blood spilling into my mouth. And then the world was shooting away, and I was in my head, on my back on a bed, naked with him deep inside me. Every thrust an epiphany as he claimed me, as we rode the wave that dashed us into oblivion.
