' hmm, it tastes..good.' Elora couldn't help but taste it. It tasted like smooth iron, yet, strangely delicious like a red fine wine.

Her lips tightened against his palm as she sucked in his blood slowly like a princess taking her time to enjoy her meal.

Larsen tilted his head, forcing back a grunt; this was unlike the first time he gave her his blood. His heart was racing; her strong, beautiful scent was halting his senses and sending his wolf into an endless howl of want. Her soft butt against his thigh makes him want to grab every part of her soft body, feel her skin against his palm....