I wanted Ivy to bite me, I wanted that feeling of utter bliss mixing with knowing the act was an affirmation of her being worth sacrificing for, all layered with the heady emotion of risk I craved. Even so, I trusted her to not bind me to her. But Kisten…Deep in my heart, he was still an unknown, the lure of the thrill of adrenaline driving me to risk everything. Ivy’s protection was a crutch that allowed me to make myself vulnerable without risking his binding me to him. He couldn’t bite me. But maybe…maybe I could bite him?

Adrenaline flared at the thought, and my hands upon him clenched even as I forced his lips to find mine. Oh, God, I want to bite him, I realized. I didn’t want to bleed him or taste his blood. But I could fill him with that mind-shocking wave of ecstasy that waited just below his skin. The feeling of power over him was a rush almost as strong as fear. And I wasn’t used to telling myself no.

“Kisten…” I panted as I pulled away. “Do you promise not to bite me if I bite you?”

His hands supporting me were shaking. “I promise,” he whispered. “You’ve asked, and I’ve said yes. Oh, God, Rachel. You might…you might pick up an echo of my hunger. But it’s not yours. Don’t be afraid.”

A surge of sensation struck through both of us. I felt the strength and satisfaction of power. Fear for tomorrow flashed through me and was gone. My hands went around the back of his neck, and I moved against him, feeling a new stirring of domination and desire.

My pulse thrummed. The scent of leather and wine drew on memories, pulling me to him. His lips parted, and with his drive singing in me to bring every cell awake, I silenced the part of me that rebelled against tasting another’s blood and met his lips with my own.

Kisten exhaled in pained exhilaration. I eased into the kiss, tentatively tracing my tongue against his teeth as we moved together, doubly joined. My heart pounded, and I didn’t care what might happen anymore. I couldn’t move my hands to touch him or I’d fall, and I wanted to stay where I was, gripping him with my legs, feeling him inside me. Wild with need, our mouths moved together, and in an instant of abandonment, I found his lip. It didn’t take much.

Blood flowed. My body shook in a spasm. Oh, God. It was all. It was everything.