I had bent to sniff in her opening before devouring it when the scent of something else caught my attention.
I inclined closer to her neck, inhaling deeply and letting her scent fill my lungs.
Blood.
I could smell it. It was so thick, rich, tantalizing, and pulsing beneath the surface of her trembling skin. I could feel the hunger crawling up my throat, my demon fangs aching to sink into her skin, to fix what Axel had ruined.
The scent of her blood… that soft and sweet scent like the ripest fruit waiting to be devoured, invaded my senses and made my head spin.
My fangs ached.
I wanted to mark her. I needed to mark her. I wanted to rip Axel's pathetic claim from her body and replace it with my own.
I knew it wasn't possible to rip his claim off, but maybe we could both share a bond with her. The thought of sharing her with another man could drive me nuts just thinking about it, but I'd rather share than to lose her.
