His groans and growls mixed with her moans, letting anyone curious enough to walk into the shop know that there was some primal happenings going on in the back. Wiping his finger over the trickle of blood, he licked it off his finger. The heat ached from inside him, his need and desire pulsing through his length and into the sweet slick muscles around him.
Pulling her throat into a further tilt, Byron bit down hard onto her neck, his fangs piercing the soft skin once more and tearing slightly to get a better bleed from the Fae. He moaned against her skin and snaked the hand with the knife down between her legs to tease her while he thrust harder into it.
"I want to hear you scream," Byron growled into her ear, her own blood dripping from his mouth.