Ares woke up a little disorientated. He stared at the ceiling knowing he was in his room but tried to remember how he got there. It all came back to him, the journey to the sea, discovering his identity, and then he got back home, soaked and freezing and...
Images flashed through his mind of what happened in this bed and he wasn't sure what shocked him more; the fact that he pleasured her or that he drank her blood.
Great. With a groan, he sat up. What kind of mess did he create?
He ran his fingers through his hair, still replaying what happened to understand. It was the warmth and rush of blood. As they lay in bed naked, he felt her body grow hotter and then he could almost smell the blood and hear how her heart pumped it faster in her veins. The rush had made him thirst but... she was a dragon. He thought he took human blood.
