“Don’t run away from me now, Brynne. Come back here where you belong.”
She didn’t resist him as he pulled her to him and swallowed her broken moan with his kiss. Her fingers delved into his hair, clutching at him as their mouths came together in a heated, hungry joining.
The slight abrasion of her fangs against his tongue sent a current of white-hot need licking through every fiber of his being. He dragged her deeper, thrusting into her mouth as his cock began to thrust inside her sex.
She moved with him in an increasingly urgent rhythm, until they both were lost to the frenzy of their desire for each other.
And the deeper need that refused to be denied.
Brynne tore away from his kiss, breathless and panting, her eyes shining more fiercely than stars. Behind her parted lips, her fangs gleamed.
He smoothed his hands over her beautiful, transformed face. “You’re mine, Brynne. My blood already knows it. So does my heart.”
He tugged her down to him, and this time when their kiss ended, instead of pulling back, Brynne lowered her head to the side of his throat. Her tongue brushed like silk across his carotid.
Zael growled in response, his pulse hammering in permission and demand.
She answered with a pretty moan that vibrated straight into his marrow.
And then she closed her mouth over his vein and sank her fangs into his flesh.
CHAPTER 32
Brynne moaned as the first taste of Zael’s blood rushed into her mouth.
Quicksilver and exotic, it was nothing like the pungent copper red cells of the humans she had fed from all her life. But then, she should have known Zael’s blood would be a powerful, intoxicating force. Like the male himself, his blood dominated her senses, owning her from the very first taste.
Each sip she took from his vein streaked into her system like liquid fire, awakening her every nerve, fiber and cell. She couldn’t get enough. Drinking from him made her feel as though she’d been dying of thirst for centuries and was only just coming to life for the first time.
He had done this for her—awakened her, brought her to life. Dragged her out of the shadows and into a brilliant, irresistible new light.
He’d done all of that for her from the moment they met.
Now this.
His blood would live inside her forever. That bond was unbreakable. It settled on her so profoundly, she wanted to weep with the power of it. Wherever either of them went now, together or apart, she would always feel him. She would know his joy and sadness and every pain.
But in a troubled corner of her conscience, she also knew that if the day should come that he looked at her in all her monstrous worst and felt regret for this moment—for having brought her into his life, she would feel that too.
Right now, all she felt was his love.
Her heart overflowing, she licked her tongue over the punctures her fangs had made, sealing the wound. Zael’s arms were warm and strong around her as she lifted her head to look at him. He held her in a sober, unblinking stare. His blue eyes had never seemed so dark or so solemn.
For a moment—one terrible, brief moment—she worried that she would see doubt in his handsome face. Or worse, the beginnings of the revulsion she dreaded might one day come.
But the bond told her something different. So did Zael, as he tightened his hold on her and flipped her beneath him on the bed.
His mouth came down on hers in a kiss so primal and raw, it nearly unraveled her on the spot. He was wild with passion now, and she felt every measure of it in the bond that now linked her to him.
“Oh God, Zael.” Her voice was little more than a broken, panting sigh.
It was all she could manage. She had neither breath nor voice as he spread her out and began a fevered exploration of her body with his lips and wicked tongue.