Once Bitten

The moment Nyrielle's fangs pierced Ashlynn's neck, a searing hot pain enveloped her, spreading from the bite down to her shoulder and to her temple as though her head were gripped by one of Georg's powerful claws. 

The next moment, a soothing cold chased after the burning pain, relaxing her muscles and banishing the pain before she could finish drawing breath to cry out. 

A thin trail of blood spilled from the bite, tracing down her slender neck and pooling along her clavicle. Ashlynn, however, barely noticed the sensation as other feelings began to overwhelm her. 

Her heartbeat grew louder in her chest, not faster, but pulsing with never before felt strength. Her face heated and flushed red as blood rushed to her head, driven by the need to pump even more hot, thick, red liquid into Nyrielle's waiting mouth.