Page 112 of Obsidian and Frost
And then his tongue darted out and lapped at the wound I’d basically gouged into my wrist.
Just that slight flick from him sent a shock of sensation through me that hit me straight in the dick.
I reached out and cradled his head so he didn’t choke as he ingested more, and his gaze bore into mine as he started to drink from me.
Unlike non-vampires, he didn’t hesitate or screw up his face in disgust like most did at their first taste of blood. He just took it. And, shit, he took it well.
It was all I could do to hold my bloodlust at bay as it was. From the burst of violence just moments ago, the terror and rage at seeing him hurt, and then him drinking my blood, let alone his response to it. He wasn’t just accepting of it, he was…intoit.
He was something else. His eyes were hooding, even though he was injured and pained… he was turned on by feeding from me.
It had my entire focus shifting to blood and nothing but blood. The scent of mine, watching it drip from his lips as he drank so quickly. Feeling it rolling through my veins and down his throat, hearing his swallows. His pulse strengthening, the strain receding.
It was working, he was healing.
I shifted my weight a little without relinquishing my support of his head, or moving my wrist from his mouth.
Just that slight bit of movement helped to ground me, to stop me from sinking into it.
Into the urge to bite him back.
To taste him on my tongue.
To drink him down.
I knew a necromancer’s blood wasn’t the most appetizing, that too much could be a little dangerous. But it was about more than the taste in this case.
A snarl escaped me and I couldn’t pull my fangs back.
I was close to frothing at the mouth and—
A strange scent hit me all of a sudden.
With the mind-fuck of everything else, and then needing to tune all of my focus to his injuries, before things had taken another sort of turn in regard to my focus, I hadn’t picked up on it.
No, not just that.
It had been hidden… the veil was dropping… there it was. It was…no. No!
He eased his mouth from my wrist, then moved his head out of my grip and sat up. “All better now. Thank you.”
“You’re lying.Again.”
“What are you—”
I called my talons and slashed them across his coat and shirt, until they were just scraps and he was essentially shirtless, just down to his pants.
There it was.
His chest, his arms… that grayish tint. “You’re desiccating,” I choked.
He went to snap his fingers, to clearly cover himself, but then he abruptly stilled. “Magic sparking,” he warned.
“What?”
“He’s not down…he’s—”
In the next second, a blast of power tore me from him and sent me flying across the forest several feet away.
