[His fingers brush the edge of her jaw, before dropping lower... looping over her neckline as he leans close, pulling the fabric clear.

His hair brushes her cheek, his breath warm on her neck the moment before his teeth find her skin, sinking briefly firm into the tendons between neck and shoulder, into the delightfully unfamiliar pattern of muscles below her wing. It's not firm enough to break skin, but it's firm enough to feel, and with the sharp edges of his fangs it's certainly a near thing.

Letting go, he speaks before he pulls back, voice low beside her ear.]

Welcome to the Family.