#Chapter 45: Complicated

Elara The sharp pain of Alaric’s fangs sinking into the buttery skin of my throat suddenly brought me crashing back to reality. My eyes flew open, and the feeling of Alaric—his lips brushing against my neck, his teeth sinking into my skin, his manhood slowly filling me—hit me like a tidal wave. This was wrong. We weren’t supposed to… My hands shot up to press against his chest, pushing him back just enough to separate us. But I didn’t even need to push him, because reality seemed to wash over him at the same time, and he fell backwards like he’d just been shot, quickly covering himself and zipping his trousers back up. For a moment, we just sat there on the floor of the shower, panting and staring incredulously at one another. The heat in the room between us was unbearable, even with the cold water rushing over us. But now, instead of pure desire and excitement, the air was filled with confusion and regret. Alaric’s gaze locked onto mine, the glow in his eye