“That’s where we come in. Bastien and I are the sons of Archangels. We’re stronger than most supernaturals. Between the two of us, we’ll keep you satisfied.” He gives me a sinful smile that makes me want to rip his clothes off right this second. “Besides, I’d rather you feed from us than from strangers.”
I can’t believe the two of them are on board with this plan, but I’m so ravenous and relieved I don’t want to say no. Maybe the two of them could actually keep me full without any problems. We won’t know unless we try, anyway.
His lips trail down to my neck. “We’re going to take care of you. I promise.” In his strong, protective arms, I’m actually willing to believe that fantasy, if only for a few minutes. He grabs the tie of my robe and slowly pulls on it, allowing the terry cloth fabri
