I had bent to sniff in her opening before devouring it when the scent of something else caught my attention.
I inclined closer to her neck, inhaling deeply and letting her scent fill my lungs.
Blood.
I could smell it. It was so thick, rich, tantalizing, and pulsing beneath the surface of her trembling skin. I could feel the hunger crawling up my throat, my demon fangs aching to sink into her skin, to fix what Axel had ruined.
The scent of her blood… that soft and sweet scent like the ripest fruit waiting to be devoured, invaded my senses and made my head spin.
My fangs ached.
I wanted to mark her. I needed to mark her. I wanted to rip Axel's pathetic claim from her body and replace it with my own.