Page 153 of Blood Feast

“Wake under my protection,” he murmured to her.

He felt her mind first, a flutter of thoughts cupped in his power. Seeking escape from the grasp of sleep. Seeking him. He nudged her mind with his magic, and her thoughts sharpened.

Lio.There was her mind voice, edged with hunger and panic.

You’re safe.He covered her in a heavier blanket of thelemancy until her racing heart calmed.

I hurt,she said.Why…?

He squeezed his eyes shut.Your body is still healing. But you’re safe.

Battle—!

It’s over. Let me give you more blood to ease your pain.

Hungry,she groaned.Can’t move.

He framed her cold cheeks in his hands to give her warmth.I know, my rose. But I’ll take good care of you.

He guided her mouth to his vein, but her lips rested cool and still on his throat. To help her become more alert, he nudged her thoughts with gentle, rousing waves of magic.

When she finally moved, she shifted her hips, rubbing her lower belly against him with the rhythm of his magic. Well, it seemed the rest of her body was waking before her fangs tonight. At her soft invitations against his rhabdos, he hummed in the back of his throat. He wanted to accept far too much. But he had to stop her.

“You need to drink first.” He slid away from her in the bed.

She hooked her leg around him and dragged herself on top of him.

He groaned. “We shouldn’t do this right now. You’re half asleep and entirely angry with me.”

I need you.

He didn’t have it in him to deny her anything, not when she made such a demand in his mind.

He wrapped his hands around her buttocks, then slid his palms up over her hips and let his fingers play along her back. Inch by inch, he stroked her immortal body awake, his own hardening to an ache. Goddess, she was so beautiful. When he reached her breasts, sliding his hand between their chests to tease her nipple, she drew her first breath.

She splayed her legs and shifted on him again, searching. He fondled her other breast, kissing her neck, and flared his nostrils. Bleeding thorns, she was so ready.

Fill me,she pleaded.

He took her hips in his hands and lifted her onto his erection. Pulling her down onto him, he thrust up into her slick, pliant heat. Her voice woke with wanton little moans, and his fangs shot farther down.

I’m so addicted to everything about you,he confessed in her mind, driving deep until he was completely buried in her.

Her hands came to life. She pushed herself up, digging her nails into his chest, and stretched her back with a sigh of pleasure. Her eyelids still heavy, her gaze hazed with sleep, she began to move. He lay back and watched her pleasure herself on him.

I’ll never get enough of this,he told her.You, without inhibitions.

She tightened her inner muscles around him and shifted her angle. Chasing her release, she sent cascades of pleasure through his body. The death of the night before faded, and he felt alive.

When the Slumber fully cleared from her mind, her gaze focused on his face. A flush swept from her cheeks to her nipples. Her mouth rounded in sensualOthat made him want to bite her.

“Good Moon, my Grace,” he said.

His name was the first word she spoke. Her jaw dropped, and she rode him harder. He showed her his fangs.

She pulled her little feet higher along his sides, her toes curling. As she bowed her head, her hair and his braid fell around her face. Then she shuddered hard, and the pulses of her release traveled along his shaft.

As she climaxed, her canines shot down at last.

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