Bleed For Me (Loved By Gods #1)(8)

An instant later, Apollo felt Terese climax as her sex tightened around his cock. Her nails sank into his flesh.

All the while, her mouth moved on him, taking his blood and maddening him with painful pleasure.

When she finally stopped, he groaned a protest. She licked his neck with a soft swipe of her tongue.

More.

Apollo fought to slow his racing heart. Who would have thought a vampire’s bite could feel so f*cking good?

***

The sex had been incredible. Fantastic. Freaking mind-blowing. Even now, Terese’s body still hummed with pleasure.

But there was a fear nagging at her, and she couldn’t keep quiet any longer. “You’re not human, are you, Apollo?” Terese gazed down at the blond hunk in the bed, the guy who’d given her the best orgasm of her life.

He couldn’t be human. She’d drank his blood, his sweet, rich blood, but he hadn’t weakened. Not even for a moment.

Back at the bar, she’d thought he’d weakened. But then the guy had chased her through Hades and held her effortlessly even when she fought with her enhanced strength. No, nothing weak there.

He’d gotten them out of that parking lot, gotten them to this safe house, and damn if she could remember how he’d done it.

Some vampires, very old vampires, could teleport. They could disperse their bodies into the atmosphere and reappear in another location. Eric had told her about those guys, “elders” as he’d called them. He’d said she should stay away from them because they were walking nightmares.

Of course, to her, Eric was the nightmare.

But he thought he was her one true love.

The sick sonofabitch.

Instead of answering her, his fingers skimmed down her stomach and he asked, “Why did you turn from me?”

I asked first. But, fine, she’d tell him this. After she dressed. Terese climbed from the bed. Her gaze scanned the sparsely furnished room, searching for her dress.

“Terese…”

Push, push, push. “I didn’t want you to see my face, okay? I know what I look like when I get the blood hunger.” Because the whole spiel about vampires not being able to see their reflections was totally bullshit. Once she’d escaped from Eric, the first mistake she’d made had been ducking into a women’s restroom. She’d gotten a nice, horrifying visual of herself in the fifteen mirrors that stared back at her. “I know my eyes change, that my teeth get huge.” And that she looked seriously scary. “I-I didn’t want you to see me like that.” Talk about a mood killer.

He watched her with unblinking sky blue eyes. “I liked seeing you that way. You looked sexy.”

Her mouth dropped open. Was the guy crazy? “Big teeth and glowing eyes are so not sexy.”

His lips curved into a slow smile. Those come-get-me dimples flashed. “They are on you.”

A little bubble of happiness filled her at his words. “Um, thanks, I-I think.”

One golden brow lifted. “You’re welcome.” He cocked his head to the side, studying her as she nosed around the room, ducking her head under chairs and into his closet. “How long have you been a vampire, Terese?”

“I don’t know—what day is it?” Where the hell was her dress?

“How old are you?” he asked curiously.

She put her hands on her hips. “Thirty-one. How old are you?”

Apollo snorted. “Older. A lot older.”

He couldn’t be that much older. The guy didn’t have so much as a line on his face. His skin was so golden, so bright and healthy. No, he couldn’t me much older, unless—

Terese crept toward the bed, eyeing him cautiously as alarm filled her. He’d never answered her question. She’d asked if he was human, but he hadn’t told her, hadn’t said—

“My, my, what big eyes you have.” He leaned back against the headboard, crossing his arms over his chest. “What new worry are you obsessing over now?”

“Apollo…how did we get here?” She waved her hand to indicate the bedroom.

“I brought us here.”

“How.” Not really a question. Terese was tired of feeling like she was missing something very important in the conversation.

“We jumped.”

“Jumped?” She did a quick bounce. “Like that?”

A deep chuckle rumbled in his throat. “No, we space jumped.”

“Space jumped, right.” Okay, she wasn’t exactly sure what space jumping was, but the idea of it scared the shit out of her.

Before waking in Apollo’s bed, the last thing she remembered was being in the parking lot Hades, feeling the scorching burn of the sun’s rays on her skin, then—

“I space jump when I need to get from one place to another in just a few seconds.”

Her eyes narrowed. “Is that like teleporting?” It sounded exactly like teleporting.

Flash—he was at the bar.

Flash—he was back at his house.

The elders could do that. The dangerous, dark elders.

“Yeah, like teleporting.”

Oh, God. She inched back a step. Had she just leapt from the frying pan into some seriously burning fire? Was Apollo an—

“Now what are you thinking?” His lips twisted. “I swear, you look like you’re about to bolt.”