by Kriss Wilt
“I’m so sorry, Krin. I never meant to... I shouldn’t have… I’m so sorry Krin. Can you ever forgive me?”
“There is nothing for me to forgive, Terr. That was everything I had hoped it could be and more.” She pressed herself into him, hugging him and placing a gentle kiss on his cheek.
“I… I… I claimed you, Krin. I shouldn’t have. I’m so sorry.” She felt another sob wrack his body.
“Claimed me?’
He looked into her eyes, tracing his fingers over the already healing marks on her throat. “It’s called blood mating. Do you know what it is?”
She felt her own neck and recalled the last moments of their lovemaking. In the throes of passion, some part of her had screamed for her to bite into the vein she saw throbbing in his neck. It transfixed her and in her orgasm, she had obeyed her inner command without thought. She shook her head ‘no’ in response to his question, eyeing the marks mirrored on his own throat.
“At first I had hoped, that maybe, because you were a half-breed, that it wouldn’t work. That you would be spared. But I can hear your thoughts Krin. We’re bound. We are joined for eternity; body, mind, and soul.”
“You still have no reason to apologize, Terr.” A sudden, powerful feeling of warmth, comfort, and acceptance filled both of their minds and hearts. “I love you. I want to be with you always.”
“Oh, Krinza. I love you also.”
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I hope you enjoyed the first journey into Onara and Varga. This is my first short story, but please look forward to many more from me! I plan to add more erotic fantasy to the Dirty-Blood Series. Furthermore, I am working on a full-length epic fantasy.