“Gods…I don’t know if I should,” Valen said hoarsely.
“Bite me and drink from me…Master,” she murmured, thrusting her breasts out seductively. “Go on—I want you to.”
“Well…” He searched her eyes with his own. “If you really want to make the experiment, I think we should. Because if you are my fated mate, there are some far-reaching implications we must discuss.”
“Really? Like what?” Selena asked. But he shook his head.
“I’ll tell you if it’s necessary.” Scooting back until he was leaning against the headboard, he motioned for her to come to him. “Come here, little one—let me bite you and see if you’re truly my fated mate.”
Selena was more than willing to make the trial. She climbed onto his lap, moaning softly when she felt the head of his cock brushing against her slippery inner folds. Then she raised up on her knees and pressed her right breast and nipple to the big Kindred’s mouth.
“Go on, Master,” she whispered. “Bite me—I want you to.”
His eyes never leaving hers, Valen bared his fangs and took her tight nipple between his lips. He sucked it gently for a moment, then—just as Selena was getting restless—he sank his fangs deep into her tender flesh.
Selena was immediately flooded with pleasure so intense she arched her back and cried out his name.
“Valen! Oh God, yes—Valen! Master!” she gasped, as a whip-crack orgasm rolled through her. It was intense—though not quite as intense as the orgasm that had overwhelmed her the night after the Pet Parade. She was able to stay conscious, at least, which was good—she didn’t want him thinking she was going to pass out every time he took blood from her.
Valen sucked deeply for a moment, his eyes never leaving her face, then lapped gently to heal her nipple. Finally he pulled away, letting her ripe tip slip from his hot mouth.
“You felt pleasure just now, when I pierced your most sensitive areas with my fangs?”
“I came,” Selena admitted, in a slightly shaky voice. “Came hard, Master. I couldn’t help it—the minute you sank your fangs in, the pleasure just hit me.”
“Gods, little one…” He shook his head wonderingly. “No wonder the Goddess said she had sent me a female who was exactly right for me—you are my fated mate!”
Selena frowned in confusion.
“But…what does that mean? You said it had some implications?”
“It means that we will die at the same time,” Valen said seriously. “Pitch- Bloods tie their mates to them more tightly than other Kindred do. We have a long life but when we die, our mates die with us. Or if you were to die, I would as well,” he added. “It is a serious commitment, knowing that our lives would be so tightly entwined.”
“I want that,” Selena said immediately. “I remember how it was for my Granny, after my Grandpa died,” she added sadly. “They loved each other so much and when he passed, she was just a shadow of herself for years.” She shook her head. “I don’t want that—I want to live as long as you do and die when you do.” She cupped the big Kindred’s face in her hands and kissed him deeply. When she drew back, she looked into his eyes. “Valen, I want us to be together forever. Does that sound crazy, considering we’ve only known each other such a short time?”
He shook his head.
“No, little one. The Goddess brought us together—I’m sure of it. We belong in each other’s lives. And if you’re willing to accept what it means to be bonded to a Pitch-Blood, then I’ll Claim you tonight.”
“Meaning, am I willing to let you bite me when you need blood?” Selena asked, raising her eyebrows.
“If you’d rather not, I can continue to drink from paid donors,” Valen said anxiously.
“What?” Selena demanded. “But that would be like cheating on me! Hell, no, I don’t want you biting some bimbap instead of me!”
At her use of the Ma’shorkan word, Valen chuckled.
“Then I will never take blood from any but you, little one,” he swore softly. “And please don’t worry that I will deplete you—you have the Golden Blood. It’s extra nourishing, so I won’t have to take as much as I would from any other female.”
“Wow—I really am perfect for you,” Selena said, smiling at him. “And you’re perfect for me, since you like ‘playing’ as much as I do.”
“That I do, little one,” he growled, giving her a half-lidded smile. “I think I enjoy dominating you as much as you enjoy being dominated.”
“Mmm…” Selena purred. “In that case, maybe you’d better get on with Claiming me…Master.”
As she spoke, she rubbed herself suggestively against him, moaning as she felt the thick head of his cock sliding over her slippery inner folds.
“Gods, my sweet little numalla,” Valen growled, looking down between her thighs. “Look how wet you already are for me! Love the feel of your soft little pussy against the head of my shaft.”