Adrian discovered he was addicted to Kieran's blood.
Not in a problematic way—all bonded mates craved their partner's blood. But Adrian found himself thinking about it constantly, wanting the taste, the power, the intimacy of drinking from Kieran.
"You're staring at my throat again," Kieran observed during a meeting.
"Can't help it. I want to bite you."
"We're in public."
"I know. That's what makes it worse."
That night, Adrian couldn't contain himself anymore. The moment they were alone, he pushed Kieran against the wall and sank his fangs into his throat.
Kieran groaned, his hands immediately going to Adrian's hips. "Hungry?"
Adrian drank deeply, Kieran's ancient blood flooding his system with power and pleasure. It was intoxicating, addictive, better than anything.
"Bed," Kieran said. "If you're going to drink from me, I'm going to be inside you while you do it."
They stumbled to the bedroom, clothes shed along the way. Kieran positioned Adrian on his lap, entering him as Adrian's fangs found his throat again.
The combination was overwhelming—Kieran's blood, Kieran's body, Kieran's love all flowing into Adrian simultaneously. Adrian's mind went blank except for pleasure, for connection, for the perfection of being bonded to Kieran.
"Take everything," Kieran encouraged, his movements steady. "Drink from me while I make you feel good."
Adrian did, feeding deeply while Kieran moved inside him. The blood bond sang between them, pleasure building impossibly high.
When they came together, Adrian's fangs still in Kieran's throat, it was transcendent. Their souls merged completely, the bond reinforcing, their love absolute.
"That was incredible," Adrian said afterward, licking the last drops of blood from his lips.
"You can drink from me anytime. I love when you do."
"Because it feels good?"
"Because it's intimate. Because it's you taking part of me into yourself. Because it reaffirms our bond." Kieran kissed him. "Feed from me whenever you want. I'm yours."
After that, Adrian did feed from Kieran regularly—during sex, after sex, sometimes just because. Each time was intimate, connecting, perfect.