The initial sting burned.
It wasn’t that different from getting blood drawn, except she felt Dec’s lips pressed to the curve of her neck, felt his tongue dancing across her skin. His fangs were no longer embedded in her flesh, but he didn’t need that particular anchor to keep her in place anymore. The drawing that seemed to start someplace in the pit of her pelvis sizzled up along her spine to be sucked away, swallowed down, devoured in languor as the others merely watched.
Each drag felt like an eternity. Each time she felt his lips tense against her, felt the suction his mouth created tighten and trap, Maya lost another inch of her control, her body loosening, the desire to fight back lessening. Her voice faded into a moan, and her eyes fluttered shut, blocking out the sight of the oth
