“Vampire,” she accused, gently. “Or perhaps cat.” He still had hold of her, so she couldn’t reach up to touch the new mark. “Does that make me yours forever?” She pulled away a little, to catch his eyes, her own green ones dancing. “Or just yours to all Fae?”
“Maybe a little of both,” the sadomasochist admitted when she accused him, voice equally gentle. He stretched slightly, akin to a kitten, which only brought him closer to Summer. “Hm.. Politically, it only makes you mine to the Fae Community..” he told her, voice oddly contented, “Though it bonds us in quite a few ways, and that is forever.”
Blood-letting with certain species of Fae could lead to telepathy, knowing when the person’s in danger, stronger emotional attachment.. All that, and the fact that she was now Claimed by him in the Fae World. He tilted his head to catch a drop of blood that had slipped from his bite mark on his tongue, and then licked his lips as he relaxed with her.
“Obviously, I should have asked before I said anything,” Summer said, but she smiled when she said it. She reached up and ran a fingertip over his mouth, then traced the edge of his goatee. “More forgetting, please. Unless you’d care to explain?”