Scion's Freedom (Siren Publishing Classic) by J. Annas Walker

allowed him to relax his arms more. Twining her fingers in his short dark hair, she eased his head to one side. This stretched his neck, giving her the maximum exposure. She could feel his swelling cock growing against her thigh. She licked the flesh along the base of his throat. Desire was building from deep within her. The desire for flesh wrestled with the need for blood. The lusts became one intense demand. Some portion of him needed to belong to her. He belonged in her.
    Her fangs slid into place with a tiny snick. She pushed her desire for pleasure to the forefront of her mind. The swirling membrane seemed to absorb it, to distribute it over them both. David gave a soft moan and tilted his head a little further in offering. Cassy laid her fangs against his neck and gave a light nudge. The delicate skin parted, and a red trickle began to flow. She clamped her mouth on the opening and sucked hard.
    With the blood came an almost overwhelming flow of emotions, his mixed with hers. It was as if she took life itself from him, his past, his present, and bound him to her future. In an instant, they were no longer themselves but one being. Everything they had and everything they were did not matter. As she took his blood, a sweet, tangy fluid flowed from around her fangs and entered the wound. It produced a very euphoric effect. She could tell he was enjoying the high. She could have ended his life, and he would have gladly given it, been happy about it, even.
    A mouthful more was all she dared take. She cut her tongue with a fang tip and licked the wound. The punctures healed. Only two light red marks were left. She willed her desires to return from the energy flow. Instead of coming back to her, it sank into them both. Their skin looked like moonglow.
    As it did, Cassy felt David’s high. The rush sent her into orgasmic bliss. Wave after wave of passion rode her. She was only vaguely aware they were on the floor. David managed to enter her with the full length of his cock before coming. They lay still as best as they could, not wanting the moment to end.
    Panting, David pushed his way into a kneeling position. Fumbling for the taps, he turned them off just as the water started running cold. He gave a hoarse chuckle and sat back, leaning his head against the wall giddy. Cassy stayed on the floor as the waves dissipated into ripples.
    “I could have died a happy man,” he rasped. “Is it always like this? I mean when you want it to be.”
    “No. This was my first time,” she confessed. “Erica told me how to be a succubus, but I had never tried it. I think the bonding made it stronger.”
    “What is a bonding exactly? What does it do to us?” A hint of apprehension colored his voice.
    “It is a metaphysical tie that links us together. In the same way magnets of opposite poles are drawn together, we are, too. The genetic markers in us recognize each other as kindred spirits. Some part of you must have a magical connection. It has to be in your genetic makeup. There are lots of people who have no idea it’s in their background. It’ll be easy to narrow down the type, though. They would have to be compatible with humans and be born magical,” she explained. He did not seem surprised by the revelation. Relief swept across his face at having an explanation.
    “But that doesn’t tell me what it does, what it means.”
    She lifted herself up to sit facing him.
    “You may feel desperately lost if we are apart for too long. Telling a lie to one another can make you feel dizzy, sick, or give you a headache. The need to touch when we are within reaching distance may be intense or overwhelming. And, if the bond is allowed to finish forming, the destruction of one could lead to the destruction of both. We really would live and die together,” she warned. “Most think the price is too high to pay and never complete the bond. The first steps can happen automatically. The last step has to be done with complete consent. We have