Chapter 32
Viktor stared at Belmor as if the man had suddenly sprouted horns. He might as well have for what he had just suggested…
Mutual drinking.
A vampire offering himself first.
It was wrong in every way that mattered. Not forbidden, just Strangely submissive.
The kind of thing only lovers or thralls did.
Belmor was neither. Couldn't be farther even.
Viktor's jaw tightened. "You do realize what you're suggesting."
Belmor held his gaze, unfaltering. "Yes."
"And you're offering yourself first."
A faint twitch crossed Belmor's lips. more like a crack in the mask that made Viktor know he knew what he was asking, he could see the unwillingness in the set of his jaw at least belmor had not completely lost his mind.
"Yes," he repeated. The word came out softer. Almost… shaky. Didn't sound like Belmor.
Viktor's stomach knotted. Belmor was proud, half-feral, unbearably arrogant. To bow his head, bare his throat, and offer his blood like that…
He must be terrified.
