Ares' body stiffened, his ruby eyes flashing black into their silver form as he suppressed the sudden pain. He withdrew his fangs, his tongue licking the wounds on her skin, eliciting a slight jolt from her body.
A sly smile spread across his face. "You didn't have to bite me, little bird," he cooed, his voice low and husky.
Eleanor's lips twitched in disbelief. "You're kidding, right? I was just returning the favor."
Ares shrugged, his fangs retracting. "Fair enough."
Eleanor's eyes narrowed, searching for the truth. "Tell me, Ares, you weren't going to stop, were you?"
Ares sighed. He leaned in, his face inches from hers. "No, not really." His tongue darted out, licking the blood from his lips.
Eleanor swallowed hard at the sight, a pool of heat gathering in her stomach. "Then I'll stop you myself,"
