Latching onto his wrist, Amelia closed her mouth around the bleeding wrist and sucked a mouthful of his blood.

　　He watched her as she drank from him, his pupils dilating. She fed from his wrist until the wound closed up and he drew back his hand, his nose flaring.

　　Amelia stood rooted to the spot as Fehr lowered his head to hers. She closed her eyes in anticipation of lips touching hers but instead she felt the slick wetness of his tongue, lapping up the line of ...