Page 327 of Dawn of Chaos and Fury
“Maddox’s birth doesn’t negate my need for blood, kitten,” Axel said, his voice dropping low as he pushed to his feet.
“I know, but you’d said—” She gasped when he was suddenly in front of her, and she shoved at his bare chest. “Stop doing that,” she snapped.
He caught her wrists, bringing them above her head and pinning them to the door with one hand. With the other, he used one finger to tip her chin up.
Leaning in, he brushed his cheek along her jaw. “I love it when you get jealous of little glass bottles.”
“I’m not—” she cried in outrage, his mouth on hers before she could finish whatever she was going to say.
His hands dropped to her hips, and that outrage turned to a whimper as she pressed herself against him. He could feel her nipples through the thin silk fabric of her top, and he pulled back to drag it over her head before plastering his lips back to hers. His breath fanned across her face, and her arms were looped around his neck, keeping him close. Frantic. Desperate.
Sliding his hands around, he cupped her ass, and she immediately hopped up, her legs coming around his waist as he thrust his hips into her, pushing her back against the door once more.
“There are conditions, kitten,” he murmured into her mouth, one of his hands coming back to grip her delicate neck and hold her still.
Her amber eyes were bright with exhilaration and lust. She’d been wanting this for a long time. She’d never liked him getting something he needed from someone or something else.
“This is always your choice,” he murmured, sliding his lips along her jaw. “Always. If you ever don’t want?—”
“I will,” she panted, pulling him somehow closer with her legs.
“But if you do,” he insisted. “You are not a blood source. You are my wife. Understood?”
She nodded, her chest rising and falling with each stuttered breath she took.
“And you will use your magic against me if I can’t… If I lose control,” he said, holding her stare. “Swear it, Katya.”
The need dissipated for a moment, and she cupped his cheek. “I trust you,” she said softly. “You need to trust me too. This is logical. I’m right here, and?—”
He broke into a dark laugh because she was going back to logic with this. “You’re nervous,” he teased, his thumb sweepingover her pulse point. She always reverted to logic when she was nervous.
“A little,” she admitted. “I think this will be different from when you drank from my wrist at the House of Four.”
“Undoubtedly,” he nearly growled. “There will be fucking involved this time, kitten.”
She sucked in a sharp breath, and he smiled darkly.
They stared at each other for a long moment, and then he swallowed thickly, his control about gone. Because she was right here, and he’d been shoving down this desire since the day he’d become a Night Child. Knowing he was seconds away from having the blood he never stopped craving?
Desperation was about to win out.
“Are you sure?” he asked, the words gravel.
“Yes, Axel,” she whispered, her fingers winding into his hair. “I still choose you.”
He inhaled a shuddering breath, running his lips along her jaw once more. His hand dropped back to her hips, holding her to him as his mouth skated down her throat. Then he scraped his fangs gently along her flesh before pausing.
Her breathing was erratic, and her other hand was squeezing his biceps.
“Relax, kitten,” he murmured. “It should only sting for a second.”
“I—”
But she gasped as he sank his fangs into her throat, the first rush of coppery fire dancing across his taste buds.
“Fuck,” she gasped, the fingers in his hair tightening and keeping him at her neck.
He took a deep pull, and she moaned, her head falling back and thudding softly against the door.
