Page 94 of Taste Me

I realize he’s stopped feeding on me, and either he’s developed the ability to read my thoughts, or I said those words aloud.

My legs shake when he kisses me, my blood a powerful flavor on his tongue. “You’reperfect,” he insists against my mouth.

I love that he praises me, that he doesn’t judge me or make me feel ashamed. When my hands go to his waistband, he stops me.

“No, not here.” He grins as he gives me another leisurely kiss. “I won’t have anyone seeing you naked on this rooftop. You aremine.”

The possession in his tone makes my blood rush to my sex, and I gladly allow him to guide me back into his town house and to his bedroom.

He doesn’t give me time to process the oversized bed that would more than fit him and his brothers—spirits, am I already considering sleeping with all three of them simultaneously?

Zy perches me on the end, then peels away his shirt.

My mouth salivates at all the hardmanbefore me. Then he leans over me, and I think he’s going to take me.

But he doesn’t. He’s reaching for something in the dresser and pulls out a small blade.

Surprised by the glint of silver, I stare at it as he drags it across his arm.

“I’m good at sharing,” he reminds me when I blink up at him with confusion. “You’re going to drink my blood, just like I drink yours.”

“I’m not a vampire,” I protest, but my gaze has gone back to the red painting his muscular forearm.

Why does that make me… hungry?

“You don’t need to be,” he says. “If I’ve learned anything from witches, it’s that my death magic exists in my blood and you can absorb it by drinking it.”

Jealousy curls into an ugly knot in my stomach. “Other… witches?”

“Yes,” he says without shame, even though I feel like he should at least be remorseful to admit to prior lovers.

Not that it’s a secret, but he doesn’t have to flaunt it. Especially when I was as good as a virgin before I met his brother.

Then again, maybe I should be the one feeling guilty. I slept with his brother first, after all.

“I never allowed a witch to feed on me, not willingly, anyway,” he elaborates. “It’s happened, though. A witch tasted my blood and I learned how my magic is inside of it. If you want my apology, you have it, my mate,” he says, his voice changing to a softer tone. He drags the blade over the wound again, reopening it. “I will give you all my blood if it’ll pacify the rage I see in your gaze. But trust me when I say now that I have found you, everything I have is yours. My body is yours. Mybloodis yours.” He offers me his arm that’s now dripping with such rare immortal blood I could probably buy a mansion with just a few drops. “All of it, my little witch. Every last drop.”

My mind swims with desire as I give in and run my tongue along his cut.

He shivers, then groans when I use my teeth.

A strange need arises in me, one that wants tobite.

“Fuck,” he groans again when I lock my jaw onto his wrist and mimic the pulling sensation he’d done on me.

Blood fills my mouth, causing my senses to fizzle into madness.

Black spots sprinkle over my vision, making me dizzy, and all sense of self melts into aching need. I’m yanking on his pants, snarling, going mad.

I want to bite, fuck,devour.

“Issy,Issy,slow down,” he says, but I don’t listen. I need him inside meright now.

“Mine,” I snarl as I use his blade to cut away his pants. It leaves marks on him, but that only encourages my growing madness.

A distant part of me warns of what’s happening. It shouldn’t be possible, but Zyran’s blood has sent me into a frenzy.

The kind vampires get.

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