The tips of fangs pushed against his gums. He glanced at the vein visible in her throat. Hunger rose. He fought it. For a child of Mist, one bite would seal both his fate and Cat’s. Unlike the cursed eldjötnar who could walk away from a female host, Rune wouldn’t be able to.
Once he took her blood, he’d never be able to feed from another being—animal or human. He’d have to mate her or die. It was why they only fed on males or animals. At the moment, the consequences didn’t seem so horrible. That in itself was a reason to worry.
Something wasn’t quite right about his attraction to Cat