use the fact they were keyed to him to destroy them.
“It doesn’t matter,” he said, tossing them into the sink to be cleaned. Maybe he could fix the other cuff later. Doubtful, but worth a try. He went to take her hands and lift her bloodied wrists to his lips, but she pulled free.
“Let me help,” he ordered, and she rolled her eyes.
“I’ve had enough of your help. You know, I was having a really lovely day before you showed up with your bitching, snarling, and moaning—not to mention your murder bracelets. I don’t mind kink, hot stuff, but I draw the line at fire games.”
Fire…
“They weren’t fire-infused, but cold forged. They shouldn’t have done that.” They’d never responded to any thing or person he’d shackled before like that. “If you won’t let me lick them, Kitten, then you should.”
“Why the fuck am I going to lick my bloody and mangled wrists?”
Because they were still bleeding, even if sluggishly, and she had grown paler. The puddle grew wider as well as deeper. Done with the argument—all the arguments—he pounced. Tossing her onto the narrow cot, he dropped down to pin her, even as her eyes blazed. He narrowly caught her forearms before she clawed him with her hooked fingers.
Running his tongue over her ravaged flesh, he damn near moaned aloud. Despite the stench of the other male, her blood tasted sweeter than nectar and twice as potent. Even the lingering hints of magical steel decorating the wounds couldn’t detract from its potency.
Hunger ripped through his beast with a kind of ferocity he hadn’t experienced since he’d settled into his first true transformation. Man, animal, and vampire lived in harmony, but right now, both vampire and beast fought to lap up every drop. Her musk deepened, grew more refined, and even as the wounds closed on one wrist, he turned to suck gently against the other.
Cock painfully swollen, he ground his hips at hers, and she arched her head back as a low moan vibrated from her throat. Fierce desire fisted him, and he gazed at the slender column of her throat as he cleaned her wrists and hands of every drop and scrap of blood. He sucked on her fingers, and she let out another of those delicious moans that vibrated from her throat like a true purr.
Definitely his kitten. Only when her hands and wrists were clean and the skin shiny and pink from fusing closed, did he push her arms up and shackle her wrists with his hands this time—one hand to be precise. With his free hand, he caught her chin and tilted her face so he could see the color in her lips. Still too pale, but there.
She opened her eyes. The amber color of them drowned out by fat, blown pupils, and her scent grew all the more intoxicating.
“You need to feed.” His voice came out too animalistic, rough, and raw. The rumble of his beast stalking through each word.
“No,” she husked the word, and he reared his head back. Her languid smile taunted him. “I don’t. Trust me, I’m well-sated.”
He’d kill the bastard. It wasn’t just about territory anymore. Whoever that male was, he’d never live to whisper about having touched her, much less think about it. The only one who would be sating her from now on would be him.
When her purr turned to a laugh, he glared at her. “You might have been sated.” He refused to use the word ‘well.’ “But you’re still a newborn. Blood is vital to you, you need to drink plenty and often. The stronger the blood, the less you’ll have to feed.”
“I’m not a vampire,” she informed him. “I’m a succubus. I’ve always been a succubus. I don’t feed on blood.”
She hitched her thighs around his hips, and one minute, he blanketed her, and the next, he was on his back on the hard stone floor. His skull rapped against the surface with a blow that stunned him. His kitten straddled him, grinding against his aching cock even as she gave him a vicious smile.
When he would have gripped her hips, she smirked and then stood. His whole body shook with want of her. Not even the other male’s stench was a deterrent. More, it served as enticement to remove it and replace it with his own, until he branded her with it.
His beast snarled as she looked down at him, her expression almost disdainful.
“Your lust is a magnificent thing, hot stuff. But as I said