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“What changed your mind?” I asked the question lightheartedly, not expecting a serious answer. “Pulling my head out of my own ass so I could come on a daring rescue? Maybe my tongue?”

“Your honesty.” Tavi’s hand came down as a gentle weight on my head, nails scratching luxuriously over my buzzed hair. “Your vulnerability. Showing me that you wouldn’t run away when things got uncomfortable. That was all I needed. To know you were willing and able to do that.” Her hand connected with mine that had been resting on her hip. “And Amy, of course. Trying your hardest to bring her back to me. That’s why I love you, Cyan.”

Just when I thought I couldn’t cherish this woman any more, she proved me wrong. I was lost for words even though there was so much more to say. I wanted to explore and express the depths of my love for her in every possible way. Words couldn’t capture all the bursts of emotions happening in my chest, so I decided on something even better. Orgasms.

“Fuck, I love you.” I brought one of her legs up to a bent knee and kissed the inside of her thigh. “So much, I think I’ll make you come from taking a little blood.”

Tavi’s legs immediately squeezed around my shoulders with a little moan of surprise. “Oh God, don’t tease me, Cyan.”

“I never promised anything about that, did I?”

My arms slipped under her thighs, hands clamping onto her waist as I dove for her pussy for the first time. I gave a long, indulgent lick, my tongue sliding her lips apart so I could suck on them properly. The heated taste of her pulled a satisfied moan from deep in my chest. She belonged on my tongue, her blood, her saliva, her come, all of her.

I gave a few playful tongue flicks to her clit, just enough to get her ramped up and squirming. Her growl of frustration when I pulled away made me chuckle.

“Just getting you ready for me, my love.” I returned to kissing her inner thigh, finding the pulse of her femoral artery with my lips.

“I’ve been ready.” Tavi’s hips lifted, the delectable offering between her legs a feast for my eyes. And mouth. Pity I couldn’t feed on two places at once.

My lips curled back and she made a little gasp when a fang scraped the sensitive skin of her leg. It didn’t break the skin, but her scent and the rapid thrumming of her pulse made it increasingly difficult not to sink in.

“This might hurt a touch,” I said. “My saliva will numb you slightly, but you’re so sensitive down here, you might still feel something.”

“I want to feel it,” she said. “Please, Cyan.”

“Hmm.” My lips slid back and forth over that thrumming artery, the anticipation almost as torturous for me as it was for her. “Say my name like that again.”

“Like what?”

“You know.”

“Cyan!” Her voice cracked with blatant, unabashed need that went straight to my cock. “Cyan, please.”

Her cries did me in, the sounds she made so powerful it felt like my fangs would rip out of my gums if they didn’t taste her soon. I found the perfect spot directly over her artery and sank into her flesh.

Tavi jerked from the initial penetration but relaxed the moment her blood flowed into my mouth. She tasted like berries and the sweetest ambrosia. Pleasure and vitality spread throughout all of my limbs. Her blood made me feel like I could conquer the world and give my blood mate the fucking of a lifetime.

I held her leg to my mouth while I drank, my other hand free to caress and explore. I couldn’t get enough of her skin, the softness, warmth, and curving lines. Tavi writhed under my touch, pressing into my hand like she couldn’t get enough of me either. Her scent bloomed in the air, her pulse accelerating and sending blood faster into my mouth.

My hand found its way back to her pussy, slick and spread open and waiting. I rubbed and stroked her gently, the heat and wetness of her mirroring the exquisite taste pouring over my tongue. She would come from my feeding alone, without any extra stimulation, but I wanted to feel the moment it happened.

She grew closer with every draw of my mouth, her body thrashing as her breaths grew ragged and desperate. I pulled on her artery with a steady rhythm, leading, but not rushing, her directly to an imminent release.

“Cyan…Cy…” Tavi clutched at the sheets as she whimpered my name, her heels digging into the mattress, head tossing from side to side.

I could only moan against her flesh in reply, the sound vibrating against her skin that had to be near painfully sensitive at this point.

And then, she broke apart.

Her whole body shook with release, her leg against my mouth trembling so hard that my fangs nearly unlatched. I held her thigh still as wave after wave of pleasure shuddered through her. Only when she relaxed, limp and spent, did I carefully remove my fangs and soothe the puncture marks with my tongue.

“How was that?” I smirked, my mouth lingering on her inner thigh.

Tavi spent a few moments catching her breaths before her head lifted, a dreamy, blissed out expression on her face. Then she rolled forward and lunged for me.

Chapter 28

Tavia

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