Chapter 17Malik hissed. Everything burned and ached. He couldn’t clear his vision, and all he could smell was blood.
“Feed.”
Yes, he needed to feed. Only fresh blood could save him. He was bleeding out, and while he wouldn’t die for some time yet, he couldn’t move, couldn’t heal.
A weight pressed down on his lap, and he grunted.
“Feed.”
Skin touched his lips, and Malik wanted to bite into it, but…
“Dammit, Malik. Bite me!”
Ivan?
A finger was pushed into his mouth, something pressed against his fang, and then the taste of rich, living blood spread on his tongue. It wasn’t enough.
The finger disappeared and this time when skin touched his lips, he bit. Blood spilled into his mouth, but the bite was far from perfect. A pained groan, not coming from him, had him opening his eyes. Blac
