Chapter 182: Healing Process II

Caitlin whispered something against his pulse, something soft and sighing that invaded his body and left him hungry for her intimate touch. He covered his moan of urgent need as her teeth sank into his neck. Hot flames danced through his bloodstream, darted along his muscles and nerves.

 His hands found her waist, her back, cradled her head to him. His body needed to sate itself with hers. Never had the heat been so burning and the need so great.

Kendalf's teeth tore at his own wrist. His mind merged with Enoch's , and together they forced Raven's reluctant compliance. She was still a fledging, a mere quarter of a century old, yet she was already strong. It took both of them to force her to feed from other than Enoch. She resisted for a moment.

For our child, little one, Enoch whispered softly, lovingly, bending her will to his.

You must do this for our child.

Kendalf added his own reinforcement.