Chapter 31: In an instant, the beast closed in on her, pressing her firmly against the cold wall. Holding herself perfectly still, Sinai tilted her neck. "Come on, my dear. I am here now." The beast sniffed her neck twice. A low growl escaped its throat. Then, it sniffed her once more. Sinai's brows furrowed. Did it recognize Lord Vladya's scent? Was that the cause of its fixation? Without warning, two sharp fangs sank into Sinai's skin, and the beast began drinking from her. Pain shot through her body, and she hissed in response. The beast did not flood her with elixir to numb the pain or ease the discomfort, as Daemonikai would have done if he were in his right mind. Instead, the beast simply took, over and over. Her heart raced, pumping more blood to meet the beast's unending hunger. This was the key difference between a bloodhost and any other host: a bloodhost's body constantly produced an endless supply of blood to feed their master-no matter how insatiable their master's thirst. As the beast fed, it released pheromones that wrapped around Sinai, and a pleasurable sensation began to spread through her body. Her whole being burned with searing lust, the pleasure growing inside her. Even after two millennia, she had never grown used to this feeling. At this point, Sinai knew she never would. The sensation was simply too powerful, too addictive, and at times, the orgasm she experienced while feeding her male surpassed even sexual pleasure. "Yes, yes, my dear," she gasped, her hips moving involuntarily, grinding against the beast. With jerky fingers, she lifted her gown and began rubbing her clitoris, stimulating her own pleasure. Her core was wet, her body aflame with sensations. The beast continued to drink from her as she pleasured herself. As she built toward her climax, her fingers penetrated her channel, fucking inside it. She moaned loudly, reaching the pinnacle of pleasure, her back arching. Seconds afterward, the beast withdrew. Its tongue licked the wound twice, closing it, and then it turned and began to retreat. Your escape begins at gⱯlnσν????ℓs․com "Darling…" She reached for the receding figure, but it growled in warning and stomped away from her. Anger surged within her, though she fought to conceal her reaction. She despised it when Daemonikai behaved this way. Even now, as a wild beast, he pulled away from her. Sinai hated it! But she knew better than to remain here when her company was unwanted. Outside, Sinai glared at the metal gates. "You are mine. I am your bloodhost, the sole provider of nourishment you depend upon. Only I can feed your body with the blood you require," she said smugly. "Even Evielyn, your beloved bondmate-may her soul rot in hell-could not fulfill that role, no matter how badly you wanted her to." Sinai let out a bitter smirk. "You will forever be mine, Daemon. Forever." Emeriel paced nervously in his small room in the slave quarters, his mind filled with worry. The fortress buzzed with activity as the Urekai prepared for their moonlight festival. Even the slaves, whose lives were filled with hardship, seemed to look forward to the festival with a hint of joy. But for Emeriel, the absence of his sister was unbearable. It had been more than a week since he had last seen Aekeira. The pain of not knowing how she was tore at his soul. Madam Livia had only told him that Aekeira was confined to her chambers, giving no other details. Emeriel yearned to see his sister and make sure she was safe. He had not heard any screams at night since then, giving him hope that Aekeira had not been taken to the beast again after that first time. Discover our latest featured short drama reel. Watch now and enjoy the story!