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It had changed him deep inside and he had often thought—when he allowed himself to think about it at all—that if only his Mistress had left out the pain and humiliation and simply trained him with pleasure, he never would have left her. That was how addicted he had become to her—to the sexual pleasure she had given him and sometimes allowed him to give to her. She had used his body and his sexual needs against him—twisted him into a male who wanted to give her whatever she demanded.
Admitting that, even to himself, made Thrax cringe with shame. He couldn’t forget all the times Mistress Stoneheart had made him crawl…all the times she’d forced him to beg before she?—
His thoughts cut off abruptly when he stepped out of the fresher and saw Andi sitting on the bed.
His partner had changed clothes too—she had taken off the tight black dress and was wearing a flowing garment that showed her beautiful bare breasts. Just the memory of sucking her tight nipples made him instantly hard—which was a problem considering the black sleeping trousers he was wearing did nothing to disguise his erection.
He dragged his eyes from her rosy peaks and tried to see the other details of her new outfit. The sleep dress she was wearing was a shade of deep blue. The color made her skin look creamy and soft and touchable. Kissable, too, he couldn’t help thinking, before he stopped himself.
As though Andi would want him kissing her, now that she knew what had happened to him—what he had done. She was probably disgusted by him, or worse, she might even pity him. Thrax fucking hated to be pitied.
Only…she didn’t look disgusted or sad when he finally dragged his eyes up to her face. She looked like she was waiting for someone—for him, he supposed. He wondered if she was going to want to talk more about his past and fervently hoped not. He’d had enough of that for tonight. He just wanted to get the fuck away from this fucking place and try to forget everything again.
“Hey,” she said neutrally as Thrax came over.
He grunted in reply and settled beside her on the side of the bed.
“So what’s the plan? Wait until everyone’s gone to bed and go get Kier?” he asked.
“Yes, but first I need to give you something,” Andi said.
“Oh yeah? What’s that?” Thrax looked at her warily.
“This.”
To his surprise, his partner suddenly swung a leg over his hips, so that she was straddling him. Before he knew it, she had settled firmly in his lap.
“What are you doing?” Thrax looked at her in surprise. Even with her sitting on his lap, he was taller but their faces were nearly level and he could see a look of determination in her big brown eyes.
“I’m giving you what you need but you’re too stubborn to ask for.” She drew her long hair away from the side of her throat, baring her neck for him. Just under the surface of her creamy skin, Thrax could see a faint blue vein pulsing.
The sight made his Thirst spike almost uncontrollably and he had to resist the urge to crush her to him and pierce her tender flesh with his fangs, which were aching with need.
His cock was rock-hard too—feeling her soft ass and hot little pussy rubbing against him as she sat there and seeing her bare breasts right in his face was an almost unbearable temptation. Thrax was glad all over again that he’d found the sleep trousers to wear. If he’d still had on the crotchless leather ones he’d been forced to put on earlier, he would have been poking his partner in an extremely intimate area—especially since it didn’t feel like she had any panties on.
“What the fuck, Andi?” he growled, frowning at her. “Stop fucking teasing me and get off my lap!”
Her brown eyes flashed.
“I’m not trying to tease you, you big idiot! I’m trying to give you what you need—blood! You’re thirsty and don’t deny it—I can always tell by how long and sharp your fangs are and how grumpy you get.”
“It doesn’t matter if I’m thirsty or not, I’m not going to drink from you,” Thrax snarled. “Not like this—you’re too fucking tempting, Andi. I don’t want to hurt you!”
“You’re not going to hurt me,” she said impatiently. “I’m not afraid of your fangs. I’ve seen a Blood Kindred bite his mate before.”
“Yeah, well I’m not a regular Blood Kindred—I’m a Pitch Blood,” he reminded her. “Which means I can’t give you pleasure when I bite. Not when I’m biting for blood, anyway,” he added grimly. “All I can offer you is pain.”
That was the main reason the other Blood Kindred pitied and reviled the Pitch Bloods like himself. Hurting a woman—especially one you cared about—was considered a great shame.
When a regular Blood Kindred bit someone, he was able to inject his essence—a pale blue liquid that had healing properties and also caused instant orgasms when it entered a female’s blood stream. With a Pitch Blood, things were different. It was impossible to inject essence while biting for blood.
In fact, only a Pitch Blood warrior’s fated mate could feel pleasure from his bite when he took blood from her. And since the chances of finding one’s fated mate were about a million to one, that almost never happened. Which meant a bite from a Pitch Blood was as painful as you might expect—which was to say, the same feeling as having two fourteen-gauge needles driven into the side of your neck.
Thrax didn’t want to hurt his partner. He was careful never to treat Andi like she was a delicate doll—even though she seemed like one to him sometimes, with her petite, curvy little body and her sweet face. But he knew she was tough inside and also that she resented being treated as less-than or helpless because of her small stature. So he went out of his way not to be overprotective.
But holding himself back from being overprotective was one thing—actually sinking his fangs into her throat and drinking from her was a whole other game. His blood was up and the way he felt now, he was half afraid he might sink his teeth and his cock into her at the same time. It would be so fucking easy to pull down his sleep trousers and fill her soft little pussy which he could feel pressing against the ridge of his shaft…
“Just do it, Thrax!” Andi insisted, breaking his train of forbidden thought. “Just bite me!”
