Yulia went up to her bedroom, her body’s response to Lance’s feeding as perplexing as it had been last time. She was aroused she realised, acknowledging the feeling for what it was, but didn’t know what to do about it after she had such a horrible experience the last time she tried to work it out for herself.
She glanced down at her wrist, seeing just two small raised welts instead of the bloody punctures of last time. He had obviously been very careful to keep the wounds small, and Yulia felt a rush of tenderness towards him. How odd that something that actually hurt her felt like it was something intimate between them. Rowan had been right when she had spoken to her to warn her how it could feel before she fed him the first time.
And now they were goin
