His wrist? Kenzi can feel the pulse there, but there's an even louder one calling to her. She shakes her head without breaking eye contact, a smile spreading across her face, "Nu-uh." Not the wrist. Maybe next time. Maybe a snack. She needs something a little more ... substantial right now. She seems to be running on autopilot.

It's not as bad as it could be. Giving into instinct like this could have been a lot more dangerous. But she's not starving, just hungry. And it's not some regular, fragile human that she doesn't even know, it's Galen. And he's fae.

She uses the hand already holding his to pull him even closer. Her other hand moves over his chest, up his neck, around to the base of his skull where fingers start to thread through hair as she tilts his head to the side, exposing his throat. She moves in slowly, breathing against his skin. It's fucking intoxicating from this close.

"Take a deep breath." It's the only warning he gets before her very, very sharp teeth sink into his neck. From there, everything is fireworks and warm, gushing Bloody Mary, hold the Mary. She's still holding his hand, that grip is gentle, but the hand in his hair is holding on so tight. Don't hurt him-- don't hurt him-- oh my god, it's so good.