“If Darius comes down–”
“Shh, let me give your bond what it's craving,” he purrs. However, I don’t like what my bond is craving, it craves more than his magic, it craves his touch, craves his bond wanting to be marked by him.
Tobias’ hand grips my thigh, bringing it up higher and he rocks his hips against me before the same hand starts exploring, caressing over my hip and slipping under my shirt to my breast. He squeezes it, nipping and sucking on my skin, his fangs grazing my skin exciting my bond and I turn my head without thinking, offering him my neck. Tobias jerks away from me, and my bond cries out for him.
His eyes trained on the pulse in my neck, he licks his lips and my eyes dart to them at the motion. “Leera, I…” his eyes flicker, burning a bright color but my bond doesn’t fea
