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She pressed her lips together "I want to go to an shook his head "You’ll do it here,cherWhere we can watch"

"Like soht I do hate you" She said it in a an didn’t react, other than to place the tuers around it with a look that said she would strongly regret throwing it at hi

As they waited her out, watching her stare down into that cup, Gideon wondered how long Daegan would wait before he would in fact force it down her throat She was likely due for another seizure soon, and having the sire’s blood in her before then would give the his fingers in a lock of her hair, loose at her brow, he tugged lightly

"Maybe you don’t really want it in a cup Maybe it’d be better to take it from an backing up, keeping that light, nonrestraining pressure on her fingers, just the tips She followed him, one step, two steps, until he skirted the coffee table to reach the sofa Daegan aze on his face, but he reen eyes, filled with sothe upper hand

He waited until she was seated next to him, and then he carefully took the tumbler from her hand

"Ready?" he asked "Re your ene resolve Daegan had taken a seat in the chair across froers steepled and damnable Sphinx expression firh He didn’t care if the ainst a feuy reluctant credit--he wasn’t letting that detract a bit from what he knew needed to be done

He wasn’t sure he could have refused Anwyn the right to drink the foul stuff in the privacy of her rooht Her brain was just too unpredictable Shethe tuh he tried not to inhale, it was hard not to get the scent once he’d brought it onto his taste buds It was curiousThere was a sour, fetid odor, the odor he expected for blood But there was so else He didn’t want to say it was a pleasant s additional that almost made him want to s, for reasons he couldn’t explain

Fortunately, she didn’t keep hiers under his hair at his nape, she slid her other hand up his thigh, bracing herself Stretching her sliht herso Totally selfless, thinking only of her That wry thought was lost as the tip of her tongue eased into the seaainst her open one, and delicately tasted what he had to offer With a slow curl, she gathered ue as he carefully parted his lips, letting the blood begin to slip in a controlled way into her mouth He felt the motion as she sed for the first time, and relaxed somewhat Of course, other parts of him became far less relaxed as the heel of her hand inched up, her fingers stroking high on his thigh She tilted her head, pressing closer into the kiss, letting more of the blood slide froing her closer, so she slid onto the knee closest to her, the hand on his thigh coan thought, watching the two of the he didn’t want to know But considering he’d put the tuain to do the next s, he was going to have to look toward the male Instead, he felt the tuuiding his arm into a bend up toward his face, so he didn’t have to break the kiss until the last an had moved to sit on the coffee table, his knees spread to accommodate Gideon’s, the vampire’s own knee pressed into Anwyn’s hip where she sat on Gideon’s thigh Gideon turned his head while Anwyn moved to his cheekbone, over to his ear and the vein that pulsed beneath it It leaped under herhih for once histo his cock If she actually marked him, would she bite him there? Hoould it feel? If the sire’s blood worked better than they expected, would they even have to do it? And why did that give hi of disappointment?

It was because he was fucked-up The only successful relationship he’d seen close-up these past couple of years was his brother’s, with a fucking vaood, blood or no blood He gave her anotherthree textures: that sour, repulsive one, the curiously pleasurable one, and the undeniable feast that was Anwyn’s tongue and lips Thanks to Daegan’s steady hand, he didn’t have to let go of her, his hands spanning the nip of her slender waist, thuers splayed out to feel the hint of woht his ain, her tongue co him offer her the nourishment

This was the way so many animals fed each other, ht with Jacob and Lyssa He’d fallen asleep in the bed next to the on her servant Jacob had still been hus go in, and his brother’s arhtened in desire and need, de the woman he loved

How could he look at it that hen he’d seen vampires crouched over bodies they’d drained, lives they’d taken? But how could he look at it in that brutal, terrible hen Anas in his ar what he had to offer, totally dependent on him, at least for this brief, precious second?