Chapter Fifty-Five
“You still don’t want me to glamor you?” He asked, his voice raspy. Filled with hunger, and I could see the hints of fangs beneath his lips.
I shook my head, tilting my head to the side to bear my neck to him. Bones shifted and cracked, and I closed my eyes. Not needing to see that demonic face on him. I’d see it on my mate soon enough.
He was gentle as he held me. His fangs pierced into my skin, making me groan in pain as he tore through my skin. His tongue worked against my flesh, making more blood come to the wound as he moaned against my neck.
Feeding and f*****g went hand in hand for these creatures, and I felt the hard ridge of his growing erection through his jeans. His arms tightened around me, and I gripped his waist as the cloying scent of black tea and d
