[ There was something beautiful about the communion that he was taking, with Bren his religion-- the only religion that he had never needed in his life. Even when they had been together before Essek's world sundered, the only deity he had ever needed was Caleb. The blood flushed hot against his tongue and he lapped at it, drinking from the other man firmly while his fingers curled into forearms.

Tongue swiped and his mouth captured and sucked that sweet life force. If he was not worried of agonizing the werewolf, he would've allowed his fingers to slip into trousers to give him much needed relief of tension, but he did not want to tease the werewolf unnecessarily; there was a time and a place for edging his mate and this was not it. ]

Thank you for allowing me this.

[ In between the flat of his tongue pressing downward to glean every last drop ] Oh, so you like it when I draw blood from your delicous self.. M'hrandii? I promise you are all the sustenance that I desire or need, you are my exclusive source of nourishment now. [ a bit of teasing coyness entered his voice, although his mouth did not do anything selfish as of yet, still grazing the testing phases of what was acceptable just before Bren made the change.

But also reassuring that possessive part of Bren that he knew did not want his mouth on anyone else; he'd let go of that gloried blood store with a gift for years service as he thought was perfectly acceptable ]