Page 35 of Knight’s Dominion

She motioned to the pile of ash. “Got scratched. Not sure what species. Flesh eater, venomous. Paralysis before eating its victims alive.”

“Fuck.”

The asphalt thudded on the other side of her, and she didn't need to turn her head to know who it was, she could feel him. She kept her eyes trained on Lazarus. "Is there an antivenom?" She was starting to freak the hell out, could feel the poison spreading.

"What the fuck happened here?" Chaos’s rough voice moved over her and she shivered, still refusing to look at him.

“Sounds like a venious demon,” Lazarus said to his brother. “We need to stop the venom from reaching her heart.”

“What?” Grace cried, then moaned in pain.

Chaos was suddenly in her face, teeth gritted, eyes wild, big fingers wrapped around her chin, forcing her to look at him. "Where?"

Even pissed and slightly insane, the male was hot. “L-left thigh." Another wave of agony sliced through her and she screamed.

Shoving her to her side, he pulled a blade from his boot and cut through her leather jeans, exposing the scratches. "I need to cut you to get to the venom, then I can suck it out."

"You what?" She twisted her head toward Lazarus. "This is a joke, right?"

He shook his head.

Grace screamed again, this time because Chaos was slicing into the scratches in her leg, making them deeper. The knife clattered to the pavement.

Before she had a chance to catch her breath, Chaos's mouth came down on her thigh and he sucked, hard. A couple of seconds later, he twisted away and spat out the infected blood. Then he was back, lips latched on to her, sucking again.

Grace had never felt pain like it in her life. It burned like fire, searing through her veins, scorching her from the inside out. She screamed again, lost in the agony.

Lazarus held her down, while Chaos kept sucking.

She didn’t know how long they’d been at it, time seemed to stand still, but the pain finally began to subside, and before long, every deep draw…Jesus…shot pleasure-pain through her body, making her twitch and jolt, until it was no longer about her leg.

Every time he sealed his lips on her skin—she felt it between her thighs.

She grew hot and wet and a groan slipped past her lips before she could stop it. Holy shit, if he kept this up she might actually orgasm, right here on the dirty ground. She was too weak to fight it. There were worse ways to die, she supposed.

Chaos stiffened beside her, those big shoulders rising as he sucked in a deep breath, then let it out on a low growl. He could smell her; how hot she was. The sucking slowed and his tongue and lips caressed her skin. Another groan rasped from her throat.

"I'm just gonna...I'll ah… You got this?” Lazarus said to Chaos.

Chaos didn’t spare the other male a glance, just kept on sucking.

Seemingly at a loss for words, Lazarus extended his wings and shot into the sky.

Heat burned her cheeks. "Did you ah…get it all?"

One more swipe of his tongue, then he lifted his head—eyes bright with hunger and need—her blood coating his lips. She had the almost uncontrollable urge to flip him onto his back and ride him into the asphalt.

“Think so. Can you move your leg?"

She did and agony spiked though her again, like she was being cleaved in two.

Chaos cursed, gripped her thigh, and sucked hard again.

The pain kept building, so intense she could only thrash and scream.

Something snapped inside her.

Oh fuck.