The bite doesn’t hurt like it did earlier. I hardly notice the penetration this time, though he’s also not being as brutal as he was in the cottage. A wave of exhaustion rolls through me, and a whimper flees my lips. He wraps his hand gently under my neck and guides me down to the blankets so I fall backward. I can hear each draw of blood he takes from my neck. Each savored gulp as his Adam's apple bobs. My eyes fight to remain open as my blood is drained. Kalel finishes, stroking his tongue over the wound until it’s clean, then releases me.
