[ It's probably a mix of both, since werewolf blood isn't usually the best when it comes to vampires. But it's different since they're brothers, and twins on top of that. Not that Elijah knows any of this, he's a little gone at the moment. All he knows is that his brother's blood tastes good and it's warm and alive and the burning ache in his throat and his stomach are finally starting to fade away. Maybe in another life, he could have been taught that werewolves are bad and that he shouldn't be so loud as he slurps and drinks from his victims, but in this life Elijah killed his sire and everyone else in 'his' coven. He only has his brother, and his mate who he can almost taste.
Yeah, that's gonna be a little weird, but Ezra's blood tastes so right. Like it's already his. This feels so much better than everything did before—this is good. Elijah keeps drinking, holding Ezra tight and groaning softly. Yeah, he's not letting go any time soon. ]
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Yeah, that's gonna be a little weird, but Ezra's blood tastes so right. Like it's already his. This feels so much better than everything did before—this is good. Elijah keeps drinking, holding Ezra tight and groaning softly. Yeah, he's not letting go any time soon. ]