“You don’t have to make her watch, Sir,” Jesse tried.
“Why? Because you want to protect her?” The hurlbat carved an arc over his right nipple. Blood dripped down over the puckered flesh, sensitizing it further. “There are more ways than that to protect her, boy.”
When the blade caught the tender skin of his inner arm, Jesse hissed at the same time Emma cried out. He glanced over to see her hands gripping the cage, knuckles white, mouth pinched. But even as the sting radiated through his body, he couldn’t ignore the burn it added to his blood. Under other circumstances, he would beg for more. He would plead with Gideon to clean the blood away, then slice Jesse open again to feed until he was glutted. The oblivion that always followed made it all worth it.
The look in Gideon’s eyes when his lips and fangs were stained scarlet made it even more so.