Chapter 63

• I inhaled slowly and gave him a slight nod. He didn’t make a sound as he cut into his chest, I flinched for him. Dropping the knife to the floor, he put his hand over the towel I held and with his other, pulled me closer.
• “Before it heals and closes or I’ll have to cut myself again.” He reminded me in a hushed voice.
• I looked at the blood running down his chest and leaned closer, licking it up, before closing my mouth around the mark in his flesh. He hissed out a breath as I sucked. I could feel him taking deep breaths and picked up enough of what he was feeling to know it wasn’t causing him any sort of pain. This time I wasn’t sexually excited, and yet the taste of his blood didn’t repulse me. I wouldn’t admit it aloud, but assumed it must have something to do with being mates. Yes, I acknowledged it was a fact, but that didn’t mean I would tell anyone else. When it healed, I still licked over it to make certain and then lifted my head.