“My bad.” Etienne’s tone turned skeptical. “But I don’t think I can do that.”
“But—”
“Be honest with me, mi vavli. Have I ever done anything that turned you off?”
He was right, and oh my God—
Argh!
The knowledge had made her even wetter now, and because pregnancy hormones also made Spencer horribly emotional for no reason, she wasn’t too surprised when she felt her eyes suddenly fill up with tears.
Etienne bit back a curse when he saw his wife fighting back tears. Fuck. “Alright, my love, we’ll do something about your condition.”
“P-Please.”
He pulled her close as his mind raced a thousand miles per second. Since they were in a public place, she would never forgive him if he touched her sexually in any way. But since he also hadn’t the first clue on how to turn a woman off, and time was of the essence…well, that only left one thing.
“Close your eyes and take a deep breath, mi vavli.”
She closed her eyes, and as she took a deep breath, it was then she felt his fangs pierce the side of her neck—
Ooooooooooooh.
Her toes curled, and the moment she felt her blood trickle out, the moment she heard the familiar rasping sound as he started to drink…that was it, and she could only clutch his shirt, her legs trembling hard as she came in an instant.
Etienne licked her neck to seal the wound, and as he lifted his head, he could see that many of the preternaturals still inside the assembly hall were smirking at their direction while across the room, numerous TV cameras had zoomed in on them as field correspondents rushed to describe what they had just witnessed.
Let me repeat: that’s billionaire Etienne Hirsche you’re seeing on replay, and this took place less than a minute ago.
That’s right, Tom. He was, as far as we could tell, drinking his wife’s blood.
No, she didn’t seem to be in pain. If anything, she looked, well…see for yourself. I don’t think we’re allowed to say on air what we’re seeing.