Chapter 91

Maya's POV Oliver’s expression darkened slightly, a memory surfacing. “Drinking from someone who gives you permission, it’s exhilarating. I’ve done it before. When I was younger, I didn’t have the control I have now. It’s easy to get lost in it… the rush, the pleasure. That’s why I stick to blood bags now. It’s safer. For them, and for me. This way, we still get what we need, without the risk of crossing a line.” I couldn’t suppress the shiver that ran through me as Oliver spoke about the pleasure of drinking from someone. A moment later, a flicker of jealousy ignited in my chest at the thought of him having done that with someone else. My mind told me what I already knew, at nearly five hundred years old, he had to be experienced. He had likely shared that connection with former lovers. But my heart? My heart burned at the thought of anyone else having touched him. The intensity of it startled me. I hadn't realized just how jealous I was, how possessive I felt over someone who had not