Page 167 of Blood Feast

You can still taste my spell?she asked.

Yes.Goddess, he had to focus. He was supposed to be healing her, not indulging himself.

But she held him to her vein. Under his tongue, the muscles in her wrist tightened. She was still holding her dagger in that hand, he realized.

Magic traveled down her arm, and the flavor of her power bloomed stronger in her blood. He groaned, opening his mouth wider on her wrist.

“Go ahead.” Her voice was husky. “Enjoy it.”

He couldn’t resist. He reopened the Lustra’s wound with his fangs and sucked.

Controlled waves of her magic surged through her blood. Her control tasted as good as her power. His head spun in the arcane currents, and pleasure tingled over his skin.

He wrenched his mouth back before he lost all vestige of his own self-control. Another sip, and he would be too tempted to feast on her in this chair. She gazed down at him with dilated eyes, her fangs out.

He smiled at her. “Does using so much power make you hungry, My Queen?”

Her chest rose and fell with a rapid breath. “It also makes you hungry for me, doesn’t it?”

“You know it does.” He rose up to nuzzle her neck, taking in her scent. “The fact that you’re so powerful arouses me.”

Her awareness of her power over him was a heady musk in her aura. “Take me upstairs.”

When he stepped them, her eyes widened, and she clutched the arm of the chair he had brought up to the room with them.

“Feast on me from your throne,” he said.

She slid both her hands into his hair and tilted his head back. Her lips met his throat, soft and rough at the same time. She bit him once, and the pleasure of it was still stinging when she withdrew and slid up his vein to bite him again.

He reached down and yanked his trousers open for her. “Let me feed you on my knees.”

She moaned and scooted closer to him. Her gripped her knees and spread her legs. They came together hard and fast, her core already slippery with need. She locked her legs around him, canting her hips with a hungry growl.

He clamped his hands on the arms of the chair. Flexing his back and hips, he gave himself up to her. She held his head where she wanted him while she ravaged his throat, gripping his body deep inside hers.

She wrapped her other arm around him, and he felt her dagger hilt press into his lower back. Another wave of her magic crested up from the letting site beneath the tower, then rolled through his body with exquisite intention.

Do you like that, my Grace?she asked.

His jaw dropped, and he arched into her harder. Her satisfaction hummed through their Union.

She dragged another wave through him, turning her growing mastery of her power into a new method for pleasuring him. If she kept this up, he would spend himself like a newblood.

It’s only fair,she murmured in his thoughts.You can make me climax with one touch of your thelemancy.

The third stroke of her power undid him. He shouted a curse at the ceiling before words deserted him, and his magic and body spilled for her. He was free again, suspended on the currents of her power without need for control.

When he was spent, his head fell to rest on her shoulder. He rested there for a blissful moment, numb to anything beyond her embrace. She licked her marks on his throat tenderly, her magic lapping at the edges of their bond. He didn’t move, allowing himself his Grace’s care.

She pressed her face against his healed neck.Thank you for loving my power.

Your magic is one of the most beautiful things about you. Will you explain the spell you cast tonight?

Yes. I need your opinion.

He eased back, disentangling himself from her. But when she paused to lick his blood off her fingers, his body warmed for another round. With her robes still rucked up around her waist and her knees splayed, he thought about having the next course of their meal with his mouth between her legs.

He gave his head a shake and tried to gather his thoughts. They were out of time to drown their sorrows.

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