And thrown away the key.
MASON
I’d stripped her millions of times in my mind.
Nothing was as good as this fee
ling.
This taste.
Like spending an eternity eating pinecones and suddenly having a dozen chocolate cookies spread out for me to feast on.
I feasted on her.
I let my tongue eat her as if she was my meal.
And when I felt her blood soar, muscles clench, body react, my beast was satiated — for seconds — before it needed to feed again.
Each wave came harder and faster, my own body aching with the need to join her, but I’d been starving.
Living a life in the desert.
I’d been brought to a palace.
I wanted to feel everything.
My fangs pricked her inner thigh, and as blood coated my fang, I swallowed on instinct and felt a roaring in my chest that sounded like thousands of years of oppression.
Millennia of being shut out.
Lost to the world.
Sleeping.
I opened my eyes.
And saw it all, the way her heart sang to me.
Turning back now would have been impossible.
I would rather have died.
Her half-lidded gaze locked on mine before she clung to my feral hand and slit part of her throat open.
Opened her vein…
To the beast.
Without thinking of the consequences.
I threw my head back and roared as her blood ran down her neck and across her collarbone. With a growl, I struck at the vein and sucked.
It wasn’t enough.
Warm blood coated my dry mouth as my body lit up from the inside out as if I’d never truly been alive until this point.
She bucked against my body, rubbing her sex against me like she needed it just as much as I did.