Page 328 of Dawn of Chaos and Fury
She waseverything.Jasmine and citrus. Smoke and heat. He was groaning into her neck when he took another long pull. Herlife force feeding him, as if she wasn’t the reason he was alive the way it was.
He took another pull before forcing himself to pull back, studying the two puncture marks and the blood dripping from them now. Down her neck, her chest, to her breasts.
“You good, kitten?” he asked, slowly letting her slide down the length of his body until her feet were back on the floor.
“Yes, but did you take enough?” she asked breathily. “That didn’t seem like enough.”
“It’s not even close,” he murmured, pitching forward to drag his tongue between the valley of her breasts, tracing the blood trail. She gasped again, shifting beneath him, and he smiled. “Just checking in.”
He lowered down, pulling her silk sleep shorts down with him. She stepped out of them, and he tossed them aside as he settled on his knees before her. Fingers skating up a calf, he lifted behind her knee, draping her leg over his shoulder. With his other hand, he brushed his thumb along her center, learning just how good she was as he started massaging her clit.
“Axel,” she breathed, her head falling back once more. Then she whimpered when he pressed a kiss to her inner thigh, moving higher and doing it again, his tongue flicking out with each kiss until he paused, looking up at her. Embers flickered in her eyes as she watched him sink his fangs into her thigh and drink again.
Longer.
Deeper.
He pushed a finger into her wet core, still rubbing her clit. For several minutes, this was them. Him taking and her giving. Her fingers were tight in his hair, tugging at his scalp, but she never moved to stop him. There for him in every possible way. His, not because of a lost bond, but because they chose to be everything for each other.
After one last suck, he pulled back and slid his mouth up, feeling the blood smear along her flesh. He brushed his nose along her cunt, inhaling all of her with the taste of her blood lingering on his tongue.
Now he wanted to taste something else.
Slowly pressing forward, he parted her with his tongue, flicking her clit.
Her hands slammed onto his shoulders, nails digging in as she inhaled sharply. Lifting her other leg, he hoisted that one over his other shoulder, leaving her at his mercy as she pressed against the door. His mouth closed around her, sucking and licking and swirling his tongue, this taste far sweeter than her blood had been.
“More, Axel,” she choked out, her hips rocking against his mouth now.
Not one to deny her a godsdamn thing, he sucked harder at her throbbing clit beneath his tongue while sinking two fingers into her dripping core. Her cry only spurred him on as he felt all of her trembling, right on the precipice.
She wanted to be the only one to give him blood? He would forever be the only one to give her this.
He didn’t stop, didn’t let up, until she was clamping her thighs around his ears and pulling at his hair. His mouth was fused to her center as she rode out her high, and he drank it all down just as he’d drank from her throat and thigh.
Not until she slumped against the door did he pull back, dragging his tongue along the smear of blood on her thigh. She was working to get her breathing under control as he scooped her up and carried her to their bed, gently laying her among the blankets and pillows.
And later that night, after Dey had brought them Maddox and Kat had fed him, he was walking around their dark roomwith his son in the crook of his arm. Kat had already fallen back to sleep, exhausted from him taking blood from her.
Who would have thought he’d end up here?
Night Child and a leader of the Underground, working to bring them all out of the dark.
Things he’d resisted and feared, fought against at every turn.
No longer a spare heir, but a husband and father, rebuilding a world from ash so their son would know how to dream.
57
THEON
“You two are up early,” Theon said, strolling across the courtyard to where Tessa and his mother were throwing sticks for his hounds.
He was used to finding Tessa with Akira, trying to build some sort of tentative relationship, but finding her withhismother was new.
“I was just leaving to get ready,” Caris said, turning to him with a smile. “I’ll leave you two alone.”
Theon pressed a kiss to her cheek as she passed before he closed the distance to Tessa’s side. She brought her hand back, ready to throw the stick once more, and Theon caught her wrist. She looked at him, startled.
