Alastor had never had the joy of tasting angelic blood despite his years in hell already, it was said in the lowest neighborhoods of hell that if you consumed blood from angels would provide unparalleled power. However, that was just a rumor.

At least until now, being that he had the opportunity to take angelic blood whenever he wanted because of you. You had become a fallen angel some time ago due to an act of rebellion that was not taken well by the angelic authorities.

And, even though you warned him that ingesting too much of your blood could be risky, he didn't care.

So right now he had surreptitiously dragged you away from the hotel lobby to manage to have you cornered against a wall in an empty hallway while he had his teeth buried at a key point on your neck, sucking, feeding on you.

He pulled away a little just to lick the wound and not waste a single drop of your blood.

"You taste as divine as always, mon ange."