“Master,” the sire purred, crawling on all fours across the bed to hover over top of Axel, bright blues glowing a reddish amber hue. A hand caressed down his chest, fingernails scratching his skin, as she leaned down to ghost her ruby painted lips against his. “I’m hungry.”
He placed his book on the spot next to him as he looked at her, gently taking her hand and kissing it before grinning at her. “There are blood bags in the fridge in the basement. If you are hungry have one of those.”
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