This was heat blooming outward from the bite, spreading down her throat, across her chest, through the hand I was holding, into the table beneath her. The metal under my elbow went from cold to warm to almost hot in seconds.
I pulled back just enough to look at her face, scared shitless of what I would find.
Her cheeks had color now.
Too much.
A flush spreading under skin that had been corpse-pale moments before. Her throat moved beneath my mouth. Her pulse kicked again, faster now. Stronger.
Accelerating.
My stomach dropped.
Was that good?
Was that good?
Was that her body waking up or burning out?
“f**k,” I breathed.
Samael pressed forward so hard my vision silvered.
‘Mate.’
“I know,” I snapped, because apparently I was now arguing with my wolf while my girlfriend cooked hers
