The metallic taste of the blood seemed like the sweetest thing she could have ever tasted. Jiang Ying Yue was more focused on savoring the taste instead of quenching her hunger.
She felt Wang Shu's arm tightening around her waist while he rested his forehead against her shoulder, making her experience the shudders that were running down his body.
In a normal case, her feeding would have hurt a lot. The pain used to be mostly unbearable for anyone whether a human or supernatural, but since these men were her mates, instead of pain they only experienced pleasure whenever she fed from them.
Seconds turned into minutes and with each passing minute, she felt her bond with Wang Shu opening up to let their emotions mingle together and create a sweet sensation.
She could hear his racing heart, feel the pleasure that he was experiencing, and most importantly, she could tell that he didn't hate her, not even a little bit.
