Page 22 of Outcast Island

Only one way to find out.

Closing my eyes and working up the nerve, I gently place my fangs on the vein.

Then I bite.

It indeed burns, but the sensation is more like smooth alcohol when it’s on the way down, settling with a pleasantwarmth that gathers in my stomach. Hunger had been riding me hard, and part of the sharp pains had been more from the fact that I was starving for a compatible Alpha’s blood than my approaching estrus.

Groaning, I grab on to his arm with both of my hands as I ride his fingers, seeking pleasure while I feed.

His blood is delicious and very much comparable to the expensive liquor that he smells like. Power and pleasure push me past the barrier that had kept me from climaxing again, and I clench hard around his fingers as he pumps me.

Blood rolls down my chin as I lose myself to ecstasy. The orgasm rolls over me as I seek completion, riding his fingers as if they were his cock while I take a strong pull of blood from his wrist.

He doesn’t move, aside from the attention he dotes between my thighs. He lets me feed as much as I want until the panicked need to swallow as much blood as I can subsides.

I unlatch from a bite I realize was far deeper than I had intended. His wrist has two large holes now, and I kiss them with an apology.

“Feel better?” he asks me as he lowers his arm so that he can wrap it around me and pull me closer to his chest.

“Mmm,” I agree, but I’m still worried about how much I just had. I feel lazy and drugged.

And I already want more.

Alpha blood can be addictive,I recall. I was force-fed Vampire Alpha blood on multiple occasions, and I hated myself for drinking it every time. It instilled a craving in me that had me going mad.

Which was precisely what my father had counted on.

I had survived on human blood all my life, but it was Vampire Alpha blood that most Omegas preferred. But with Vampire Alpha blood came an inevitable heat.

And I had no interest in finding myself desperate for a knot that would be forced on me. I had always denied any offerings.

So my father put me in a situation where I couldn’t say no.

“Do you remember anything else?” Magnus gently asks.

I want to tell him more, but my past isn’t a pleasant one. This moment is the most blissful, peaceful time I’ve ever had in my life.

And that’s saying something.

“I don’t want to ruin this,” I say, trying to explain that I just want to live in the moment.

I want to indulge in this new sensation that Magnus offers and go back to forgetting everything.

He presses a kiss to my exposed throat. His fangs graze my throbbing vein, making me shiver.

My blood will be addictive to him, too. But I know if he tastes me, he’ll lose what control he’s demonstrating right now.

He’ll knot me—which sounds amazing right now, so I stretch my neck a little further in invitation.

He had said the next step of our bond would be a blood-bond. That level is permanent.

I had already tasted his blood while he pleasured me. If he bit me while he knotted me, our union could never become undone.

Nothing has ever appealed to me more.

He teases me instead by licking my exposed throat. “Then can you at least remember your name? I would hate to fuck you before I even know that much about you.”

I chuckle as I realize I’ve yet to properly introduce myself.

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