“Well, we’re not as bloodthirsty as you,” Malachi snaps back. “Some of us enjoy actual food too.” Quick as a flash, Xavier has Malachi’s throat grasped in his hand. He tips his head back and runs his tongue along the vein in Malachi’s neck. My cock twitches in my jeans at the sight. They’ve always been so fucking hot together. “Let me bite you,” Xavier growls. “No.” Malachi wrenches out of Xavier’s grip, but his eyes are hooded with desire. “I’m too fucking hungry.”