Her attempt might have been to make it business-like, but Byron never had a care for business. His hands wrapped around her waist and pulled her up against him, his mouth opening in her professional kiss to drag a fang over her bottom lip. Taking what would be the surprise of it, he sucked at her lip, letting the blood caress his tongue and groaning with pleasure.
Not shifter at all nor fae. There was something thrilling in it though, a life both warming and cooling. She tasted like how he remembered the sun on the cliffs that overlooked the ocean. It was an odd, confusing sensation, and dizzying like Fae's blood could be.
Byron pushed her back against the door, unable and uncaring to control himself.