"Ow!" I yelp, my hand snapping up to fist a handful of his hair and jerk his head away. "What the fuck?!"
Pain slices through the sexual haze, sharp and clarifying as a bucket of ice water, even as energy explodes between us. Threads multiply into cables, into ropes, into a goddamn tsunami of power pouring out.
My hand flies to my neck, feeling wetness. When I pull my fingers away, they're spotted with blood.
"Did you just fucking bite me?!" I hiss.
He doesn't answer, just groans against my shoulder.
The bite throbs, hot and electric. I can feel my heartbeat in it, pulsing in time with the arcane current, and try desperately to grab onto the energy between us again. But it's too much.
Caine makes a sound that's more animal than man, his entire body going rigid above me.
"Don't. Move." His voice is ragged, barely recognizable. "Not an inch."
