Page 56 of To Quench Her Thirst

“About your cuts—” he began.

“Pleasedon’t apologize for your Drake again,” Addie interrupted.

“I wasn’t going to,” Drago said stiffly. “What I wasgoingto fucking say is that I need to heal your cuts.”

Addie’s heart started pounding.

“Oh, do you really want to? I mean, you don’t mind?”

His stern expression softened.

“OfcourseI don’t mind, baby. You’re my Fated Mate—even though I can never have you, at least I can heal you.”

Addie bit her lower lip.

“Thank you. I guess I just thought…after the way I nearly drained you dry…”

“I don’t blame you for that,” Drago said firmly. “I told you to take what you needed and you did. I’d offer you my vein again, if you wanted me to.”

“I don’t need any more blood, thank goodness. Hopefully my vampire status is permanently revoked.” Addie tried to laugh but she couldn’t help feeling the irritation of the spider web on her back. What if the fangs came back? She hoped they wouldn’t but what if?—

“So, will you let me heal you?” Drago’s deep voice interrupted her train of thought and she saw that he was looking at her hopefully. “If I do it now while the wounds are still fresh, you shouldn’t have any scars.”

Addie’s heart started racing even faster.

“Um, you want to do it here? On the bridge of the ship?”

He shrugged.

“Why not? I think I can reach all of you this way—if you’ll just unbutton my shirt. Which looks fucking sexy on you,” he added, his golden eyes going half-lidded.

“Thank you,” Addie murmured. Suddenly her nipples were so hard they ached and her pussy was beginning to feel hot and wet.

Don’t get all excited,she warned herself sternly.He's just going to heal your cuts—that's all. It's not a big deal.

But itfeltlike a big deal when she unbuttoned the satin uniform shirt and bared herself for him.

Drago’s golden eyes raked over her and he drew in a breath.

“Gods, you’re so fucking gorgeous, baby,” he muttered hoarsely. “Thank you for letting me do this—for letting me heal you.”

“Thank you for asking,” Addie said, smiling a little at their polite exchange. One thing she liked about the Kindred was that they always asked for consent. It made her feel safe and cared for to know she was with a man who wouldn’t do anything against her will.

“Let’s see—where should we start…” Drago spread the shirt open, baring her completely. “Hmm, I guess I should begin at the top and work my way down.”

“I guess that would work.” Addie tried to keep her voice nonchalant. She reminded herself again that he was just going to heal her but she couldn’t help remembering how his healing had gone the night before.

"Come here, baby. You've got a nasty scratch right on your collarbone and the side of your neck." Drago tugged her closer to him. He was sitting in the pilot's chair, though he had turned to the side to face her. Addie was standing in the space between the chairs. She found they were nearly eye-to-eye, even though she was standing and he was sitting.

“Come a little closer,” he urged. “Here—why don’t you straddle my thigh?”

Addie didn’t make any protest as he positioned her so that one of his thighs was between her legs and she was standing right in front of him. The position caused her pussy lips to spread open, but she told herself it didn’t matter. After all, this was just about healing—nothing else. He was just?—

And then he started, driving all the thoughts out of her head.

Her Protector ducked his head and dragged his hot, wet tongue over her collarbone and up the side of her neck. Then he did it again…and again.

The sweet, gentle action sent waves of sensation through Addie’s whole body. Her breath came short—her neck had always been an erogenous zone for her. She could feel her nipples getting even harder and she felt self-conscious all over about the fact that they were puffy, even though Drago had said he liked them the night before.

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