Page 47 of Wicked Heirs

“Oh, I… sorry.”

“Absolutely nothing to be sorry for.”

“I’ll pull it back and think about something disgusting instead. Orpheus is here, so I’ll just focus on him.”

“If only that was the truth of the matter it would be easier on the both of us, little angel.”

“Oh, shut the hell up. For once.”

“With pleasure. I want to enjoy the sight of you being fed on.”

Urgh.

I ignored that and told Xavier, “Go ahead.”

I held my wrist out again and he took it in a careful grip.

And then he brought it to his mouth and bit down, his fangs piercing my flesh.

I grunted at the bite of pain.

When he began the draw, it was a whole other thing.

Pain collided with a strange sense of pleasure.

It was like nothing I’d ever experienced before.

Orpheus had been right about how Xavier fed, it was a heady thing and it had me lightheaded in moments.

As I swayed, I was suddenly stabilized and I looked over my shoulder to see Orpheus there holding me. One hand glued to my hip to keep me steady, while his other stroked my hair in an unexpectedly tender gesture.

“Good girl,” he breathed at my ear. “You’re taking his fangs so well.”

While Xavier was distracted by savoring my blood and snarling away happily as he gulped it down, Orpheus whispered at my ear, “He wants you to take more than his fangs. You know that, yes? And after feeding from you, he’ll desire that all the more intensely from you.”

“How is that your concern?”

“He’s my friend.”

“Is that really the reason?”

“Maybe not the only reason.”

“Yeah?”

Before he could answer, a whine escaped me and my eyes grew heavy.

I was close to losing consciousness.

“X,” Orpheus called. “That’s enough.”

Xavier didn’t respond or let up.

I went to pull my wrist away, but he snarled viciously.

“Xavier, last chance,” Orpheus spoke in that commanding tone of his.

“Stop now,” I added, my voice weak.

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