She sucked more deliberately. Her cheeks hollowed. Her tongue moved in circles, slow, because she was paying attention and paying attention told her that slow worked.
Raven's hand tightened once in her hair. Not pulling. Just — acknowledging.
'There it is', she thought.
The heat from the mark at her neck pulsed. Low and steady. Like a second heartbeat installed in the wrong place.
She didn't stop what she was doing, but her brain was running a separate track. Had been since Veronica materialized from nothing.
Since the bullet became ash.
Since she'd watched this man's cock split her open and her own body had — responded, had 'welcomed' it, which was the thing she couldn't file under any category she already had.
'He gave her those powers', she thought, her tongue moving against him. 'It was him. He fucked her and something unlocked.'
