Sparkle froze for a moment, eyes closed, mouth full of blood, game-face on. The breather was talking. The prey was talking, but that whimper before the word had been so very much more appealing. He wanted to hear more of those. He wanted to drink his prey dry and dance with the body. He wanted...

Wanted...

That wasn't a whimper of his own as Sparkle gave one last swallow and then let Alec's throat go, leaning back and licking his lips as his face returned to normal. It wasn't. But it was close.