A Midsummer Night's Demon(40)

Lyn pulled his wrist to her mouth. Her tongue darted out between her lips to take a tentative taste of his essence. It flicked across his skin, gingerly licking at the wound. The feel of her tongue against his flesh sent a jolt of electricity through Ky’s body.

The sharing of blood was considered a sensual act between mates. Only the fact that she lay severely injured, kept his body from reacting sexually to the sensation of her lips wrapped around his skin.

Lyn’s body began to mend before their eyes and a hushed awe spread through the crowd of spectators. With each swallow, her body healed. First, her blackened skin fell away to reveal red, angry skin beneath. Next, the red flesh faded to the lightest shade of pink, similar to a mild sunburn, before finally returning to her usual bronze coloring.

Only her cheeks remained flushed as she took his offering into her body. Ky pushed into her mind to glean her thoughts. She found his blood enticing. It made her feel strong, alive. With her body healed, she was now free of the pain. Free to experience the pleasure that his blood could bring.

When Ky tried to remove his arm, Lyn’s fingers closed tighter around his forearm, locking him to her mouth. She moaned against his skin, the sound sent a wave of hunger rolling through him.

“That’s enough, Lyn. Stop now,” Ky commanded, his voice low as he pried his wrist out of her hand with gentle fingers. He licked the wound closed, tasting her on his skin. He watched his mate closely, waited for her to say something, anything that would assure him she was all right.

Instead it was her brother who spoke next. “How do you feel, Daelyn?”

Her eyes never left Ky’s when at last she spoke. “Wonderful. Thanks to my mate.”

“I’ve never seen anything like that,” Bret confessed, settling next to Lyn’s head. “What are you, Ky?”

Did he dare confess what he was to this group of demons? He’d spent centuries trying to hide his existence from others. Could he trust these people with the knowledge that his kind existed?

Lyn decided for him.

“He’s a vampire,” she announced with pride in her voice and a heart-melting smile on her beautiful face.

Lyn pushed herself into a seated position with Bret and Ky’s helping hands. “And I love him with all my heart.”

The wet warrior took the blanket from his back and wrapped it around Lyn to cover her perfectly healed, nude form.

“What the hell, Lyn? I swear to the Sun God you are the only demon I know who would be dumb enough get mixed up with a vampire.”

The careless comment from Matthias made Ky’s blood boil. His fangs lengthened behind his lips, and pressed sharp against his tongue as a hiss left his mouth. Someone needed to teach that male some manners, and Ky decided he was just the vampire to do it. The feel of his mate’s hand resting on his cheek kept him from starting the lesson.

“You’re doing it again, Ky.”

“Doing what?”

“Being vampirey.”

Their eyes met. “It kind of goes with being a vampire, honey.”

“I guess it does.” Lyn gave him a sardonic smile.

Ky glanced around the circle of demons, realizing for the first time that several of them had moved back, apparently wise enough to give the newly discovered vampire some space. Unfortunately, the same could not be said of Matt. If anything, he had inched a little closer.

“Vampire.” Matt spit in the sand as if saying the word left a bad taste in his mouth. “Disgusting.”

“Matthias Torres, how dare you insult your sister’s mate like that?!” The demonic Priestess gave Matt’s ear a good boxing. “You are being rude to our special guest.”

She stepped forward, casting a look of derision upon Matthias where he knelt in the sand as she approached Ky.

He knew he liked something about that woman.

“I am Karina. I welcome you to our gathering.” The Priestess stuck out her hand in greeting. Ky politely stood. Taking her hand in his, he leaned over to place a gallant kiss on the back of it.

“It is nice to meet you. I am Kyron Robinson.”

Matt rose to his full height, towering over the small woman. “He is a vampire.”

“So what,” Karina’s reply drew a collective inhale from the demonic group. A low, excited murmur quickly followed.

“How can you be so blasé, Priestess Karina?” Bret asked, rising to stand in tandem with Lyn.

“How can you be so discriminatory?” the matriarchal demon flung back. “Did you really think demons owned the rights on being the only preternatural beings in the world?”