wrist with a claw-tipped finger.
Blood pools at the cut, and I stare at it as nerves wake up in my stomach, and everything inside of me feels fluttery.
“I’m just going to drink straight from you?” I ask like a dense idiot. I try to ignore the fact that I can smell his blood as it drips down the side of his wrist, and it’s making my mouth fucking water. I have serious issues.
“I don’t have time to go get another canteen, and since you played with that one, this is the only option.”
I lick my lips as more blood spills out of him, and before I know what I’m doing, I grab his arm and bring it closer. “I just suck on it?” I ask, and Becket snorts. I lean to the side of Siah to glare at him. “I’m not a lamia, asshole, I’ve never done this before,” I defend.
“Could have fooled me. You downed that canteen, and you’re looking at his wrist like it’s fucking chocolate cake. If it quacks like a lamia…” he trails off.
I shimmy into a better position, push up the sleeves of my ratty sweater, and bring Siah’s bleeding wrist to my mouth. I look up at him, unsure. The red is gone from his eyes, and he stares intensely back at me. He gives me an encouraging nod, and I seal my mouth over the bleeding cut. Siah’s blood coats my tongue, and I’m so fucking grateful that his big body is blocking me from view, because I close my eyes and quietly moan at the taste. I swallow a mouthful of blood and suck on the wound for more. He tastes so fucking good, and my grip tightens on his muscular arm as I suck harder on his wrist.
A deep groan rumbles in the cell, and I open my eyes, worried that I’m hurting him. My concerned gaze meets blazing blue eyes, and as soon as our eyes connect, it’s like I can feel the heat in his stare seeping into me. My nipples harden and warmth pools between my thighs. I take another deep pull of his wrist, and his eyes flash with need. He leans into me, his lips slightly parted, and I can just make out a hint of fangs. I want them inside of me, drinking from me like I’m drinking from him. That thought startles me, and yet I’m not at all turned off or terrified by it.
I can feel the cut closing and the flow of blood slowly tapering off. I pull my lips from his wrist when the cut finally seals, and with my eyes still fixed on his, I twist his wrist slightly and lick at the trail of blood there. Siah closes his eyes as my tongue snakes out and connects with his skin, and I like the effect I’m having on him. Purple magic flashes on both of my arms, and I flinch back and let out a surprised squeak at its sudden appearance. I drop Siah’s arm and push back in the corner, internally yelling at my magic to calm the fuck down.
Siah watches the flashes move up and down my exposed skin from wrist to elbow, and he reaches out a finger and strokes a streak of purple magic. It jumps from me to him, and another deep growl I can feel in my clit rumbles out of him. I scramble to get up and break the trance we both seem to be locked in. My eyes land on Sorik, and he’s beaming at me. I give him an awkward half smile, and then my view of him is blocked when Siah, the hulking lamia, also stands up.
Siah steps toward me, the look on his face primal, and I try not to think about his hard body as it presses into mine. I put my hands on his chest and take a deep fortifying breath. Sabin was right; he’s definitely Chosen. I look up into his light blue eyes and pull forward the fading tendrils of unease that taint this knowledge.
“Why the show when you brought me here?” I ask, needing his words to cement my suspicions.
“I’ll explain everything in detail when we have more time, but from the second that Adriel had your uncle, he knew it would only be a matter of time before he could lure you out. He was hunting you harder than ever, and Sorik and I knew if we didn’t get to you first