Malachi drank her blood, the metallic taste was strange against his tongue, as it wasn't meant to drink from her but only have a taste for the purpose of mating. But since she was reacting well and he could feel her breathing stabilize a little more, he continued to drink.
Her blood was warm, and soon he got acquainted to the taste. With every drop. it was as if her essence, her life force, was blending with his own and he could feel her, dive into the state of her mind. They were together there, the world around them a field of flowers, the chaos long gone.
It was strange. He had never heard that mating felt like this, but he was doing more than mating. He was taking more blood than needed, and with each sip, something was transforming within him.
