Pain.
White-hot searing pain that should have made me scream except I couldn't get enough air in my lungs to make sound, just gasping while Kael's teeth stayed buried in my neck and the bond between us roared to life like lightning in my veins.
Then pleasure crashed through on the heels of the pain, so intense I stopped being able to tell where one ended and the other began, just knew that every nerve ending in my body was on fire in the best and worst way possible.
Kael pulled back, licking over the bite to seal it, and through the haze I registered the mark blooming on my skin — his claim, permanent, visible to anyone who looked.
"One down." His voice was wrecked. "Three to go."
I didn't have time to process that before Riven's mouth found the other side of my neck and his teeth broke skin in a claiming bite that sent the bond between us snapping into place with enough force to make my back arch off the bed.
