Chapter 44

Rikash lay limp on the bed, the blue glow of his iris trapped between the dark of his lashes, and his jaw slack. His sides dragged in air like a wounded animal, but the expression of his face like a well sated cat, blissed out and his croon a constant hum, the sound causing a pleasant ache deep within her. The sheets were smeared with his blood, seeping from the new wound that she had left on his shoulder, and she could taste his blood on her tongue as she ran it over her teeth. Their progress to the bedroom had been slow and tracked the Arken s blood, smeared on furniture, carpet and wall, as they had f-ked their way from couch to bed. She had ridden him until his orgasms were pulled from so deep that his end of the Bond sparked with the sharp tones of pain as well as pleasure, and then smeared him with the scent of his own release, and hers. His skin puckered beneath the drying scum of their sex; her scent embedded into his flesh. She smeared it beneath her hand across his fa