Feathers That Bleed

by Sana Khatri

I push the blade into his skin, but he just chuckles. “Press harder, Cignette,” he tells me. “I’m way tougher than this.” I oblige, and when he moans at the pressure, I pull the blade back and drop it to the side. A thick bead of his blood shines through the small cut, and I don’t know why, but I’m spellbound by it. “I…I did that,” I voice. “I actually did that.” Dorran’s shoulders shake in silent laughter, and when I swat him on the arm, he only laughs harder. “Sorry,” he says, “but that was simply too precious.” I roll my eyes. “Shut up; let me revel in it.” “Why don’t you do that by getting a taste?” he sasses. “Unless you’ve changed your mind, of course.” I click my tongue. “Careful, Ledger. Your desperate side is showing.” He winks at me. “Fuck you, Adler.” I grin and place a kiss on the corner of his mouth, then drag my lips lower. I let them trail over his skin, and smile when I feel him get harder against my thigh. I widen my legs so that I can settle down further, and then, I finally lean in and lick the blood off of Dorran’s collarbone. My senses immediately overwhelm by the heady taste that surrounds my mouth, and I suppress a moan. “Fuck,” he whispers, and his head falls forward. “Do that again.” I drag my tongue over the cut, then suck on it, earning a grunt of approval from Dorran. I move back and slide my fingers into his soft curls before giving them a tug. “God, you’re stunning,” I tell him, admiring the faint flush on his cheeks, his flared pupils, and hi...