Zeke closed his mouth over the wound with more defiance than obedience, and his teeth sank into the open flesh. Warm blood touched and ran down his throat - but describing the feeling as warm was mundane.
Sylas's blood tasted like scorched starlight. Heat rolled down his throat, dangerously alive, and a shockwave ran through him as he took the first mouthful.
He almost barked at the feeling, and his heartbeat surged. His closed eyes opened and his vision sharpened. He could feel the blood already circulating through his body, setting every inch of it alive again.
He drank even deeper.
"Slow," Sylas warned, "Or it'll really burn you from inside,"
Zeke felt like Ice and fire were fighting inside his chest, and his wolf, Moon howled inside of him like it had been starved and was just tasting meat for the first time.
