When Ruelle felt the sting of Lucian's teeth on her neck, her fingers curled faintly into the sheets beneath her and her eyes closed on instinct. The place where he bit throbbed with warmth and not pain exactly. Like a heat that bloomed and slowly began to spread beneath her skin.
Her hand rose without thinking, trembling as she touched the spot. But it was dry and she saw no blood. He didn't drink from her? Nothing about this situation was making sense to her.
Lucian reached for a strand of her hair where it lay against her collarbone and drew it slowly through his fingers. The touch was careful, almost reverent but the look in his eyes was anything but that.
Ruelle gulped, her throat tight before she managed to speak, "W–why did you bite me?"
"Why… shouldn't I?" Lucian murmured.
Was he asking or telling her??
Somewhere in the back of Ruelle's mind, alarm bells began to ring. She should move, she thought to herself.
