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Fangs pierced flesh, plunging into the vital life source. Alive with flavor, hot liquid burst against my tongue. I groaned. Would I ever taste anything so all-consuming again?
Like a secondchance at life.
My prey wriggled beneath me. I slammed his arms into the bed, digging my knees into his hips to hold my captive down. The thirst took hold. My world narrowed to dizzying heat, satiating blood and the mindless thrust of my rigid length against my target.
I sucked until my mind drifted away. Weightless, images formed in my mind. Silver’s kind eyes as he carried me to Thermal Station C. Water beading on the planes of his powerful body as he showered under the biodome’s overhead sprinklers. His joy when he bit into my hanyan pie. The solid weight of his hip against mine as we watched movies.
“Fuck, D’alton. Not yet.” Silver’s groan had me fighting through the murk. “Let go of my cock. I don’t want to cum yet.”
When did I grab it?
Silver! Sola’s hellfire! My eyes flew open as I retracted my fangs from his neck. Two jagged holes streamed with blood. “Blant, blant, blant.” Arms trembling, heart galloping, I licked over the place where I’d pierced his skin much too roughly.
Frenzied, my eyes sought Silver’s, glazed and half-closed. He could almost have been asleep if it weren’t for the red flush on his face and the erection pressing into my stomach where I hovered over him, petting and patting, searching for damage.
“I’m so sorry.” I wrung my hands at the sight of the bruises forming on his wrists where I’d had him pinned. What would I do if he never forgave me? “The bloodlust…it consumed me. You have to know”—I dropped my face into my unsteady hands—“that wasn’t me. Well, it was me…but…” I searched his eyes. “Please forgive me.”
“Do I look hurt?” He gripped the base of his cock through his thin white shorts and began to stroke. The familiar way he handled himself, the slight tilt of his wrist, the fluid rhythm—I memorized every movement. That washow well I wanted to know his most intimate parts. “I didn’t tell you to stop.” His voice vibrated with need. “Just dial it back a bit. I want this to last.”
He must not have liked the expression on my face, because he let go of his cock, shifted out from under me and moved to stand. I gasped when he pulled me to the edge of the bed, spread my legs and stepped between them.
“D’alton.” He pulled me into his chest and wrapped his arms around me. “You fucking scared me when you didn’t come back. I’ve been beating myself up since the moment I let you walk away.”
I sighed into his bare chest as his blunt nails dragged over my scalp.
“I’m tired of pretending there’s no connection between us. Faking that you’re just my good buddy.” He shoved his thin white shorts the rest of the way off, the large wet splotch on them unequivocal evidence of his lust.
My mouth watered as his cock smacked his stomach, and he adjusted his tight balls with a quick tug. I wanted to push my nose into the nest of blond hair there and nuzzle.
Silver held out his hand, and I took it. He guided me to my feet and into his warm arms. Naked flesh to naked flesh. Then he whispered in my ear, “I promised myself that if you came back to me, I’d be real with you.”
I slid my hand into his hair and ran the other palm over his silky skin. My heart thudded in my chest. I’d never wantedrealso badly in my life. I’d been hoping and waiting for this moment, but never pushing.
Silver leaned back so he could look me in the eye. The adoration shining there lit me up brighter than the twin suns at noon.
“You came here in your busted-ass ship and turned my life upside down. You’re the reason I wake up in the morning. I would’ve given up by now if it weren’t for you.” We stood nose to nose while his calloused handsmapped every part of me he could reach. “So I don’t ever want to hear a shred of doubt when you take the blood I’m offering of my own free will. The blood your body needs to survive. I’m not one of your whisper vines that you have to coax seeds from with a gentle touch. I like it rough. If I haven’t made myself clear, I’m telling you now, and I want you to listen. Are you listening?”
“I’m listening.” My voice broke.
“I want you.”
Silver’s hands ran down my arms, stopping when our fingers intertwined. “There’s not a thing about you I dislike.” Silver smiled at me. “Except your inability to care for yourself first.”
I wanted to say something, but every cell in my body hummed, buzzing with his blood and now his words.
“How could I not love the guy who saved me from green smoothies?” He thumbed my lip away from my fang, leaving a trace of blood on his nail. I’d been smiling so big my fang must’ve pierced the flesh.
Like the instant a shuttle loses gravity, I spun in the weightlessness of the moment. A connection hummed in my veins, pulsing with energy. The vitae tie…the Boola mating bond.
Holy blanting hellfire, I just bonded with Silver.
Drunk on his smile, I let it fill the deepest recesses of my soul. The softest, most vulnerable parts of me were safe and warm, tucked under the blanket of Silver’s love.
Helovedme.
An incoherent sound escaped my mouth as I mashed my lips against his in a kiss that lacked any finesse. “This means I can touch you, right?” I didn’t care how young and naive I sounded. It didn’t matter that my handsshook or that I might do something wrong. He loved every part of me. I was safe in his hands. “Wherever I want?”
He groaned under my inexperienced fingers. “Fuck yeah.”
