Bound in Sin (Bound #3)(9)

He wasn’t gonna sit there while she got weaker. He could help her. Her fangs would sink into his flesh, and she’d feed on him. The other wolves would think he was insane for offering his neck to her. So what? Screw them.

This was for her.

Only she was still shaking her head and looking like he’d just shoved a snake at her face. “I can’t.”

“You got something against shifter blood?” Which wouldn’t make a bit of sense. Paranormals had blood that was far more powerful than that of humans.

And vamps were always about power.

Her gaze dropped to his throat. He saw her eyes widen. Saw the flicker of raw hunger on her face. She wanted his blood. No missing that.

Why wasn’t she taking it?

“Y-you don’t…understand…” Her gaze was still on his neck. “Drinking is…”

His hands curled around her waist. “I don’t want to hear about all the men you’ve tasted.” Because he’d just want to give those jerkoffs a whole world of hurt. Her mouth, on them. His beast roared. Kill. “Just…do it.”

Her laughter held a wild edge. “You’re not listening to me! I can’t!” Her voice dropped as she confessed, “Because I never have before.”

What the hell?

The words were a lie. They had to be. Drake’s hands tightened on her. “You’re a vamp. You have to drink to survive.”

“Not from a live s-source.” Her lips quivered. “I’ve never…When I drink, I-I use blood bags. I don’t take from people! Not directly.”

He frowned at her. He’d heard the rumors and whispers about some vamps going all bite-free and trying to blend better with the rest of the world. A newer, more human-friendly vamp.

He’d thought those stories were bullshit.

The vamps who’d attacked him tonight sure hadn’t been the blending variety.

“Just…give me a few minutes,” Paige told him. She pulled away. Stripped off the rest of her clothes–sweet hell–then stepped into the huge shower with its curtain of steam. “I’ll be okay.”

The hell she would.

She was in his home, back with him, and he was supposed to just stand back while she needed?

His jaw clenched as he gritted out, “We don’t have blood bags.” Why would they? It wasn’t like werewolves entertained vamps. No blood bags on the premises, and there wasn’t any damn way to get them right then.

Her body slid beneath the pounding water. Paige sighed softly and the sound was like a stroke right over his cock.

As she turned beneath the spray, letting the water pour down her back, her eyes began to drift closed. Did she really think he was just gonna walk away? He hadn’t bothered to put on a shirt when he’d raced outside. No shirt, no shoes. Just a pair of jeans stained with blood. His hands went to the snap.

When his zipper eased down with a hiss, her eyelids flew back open.

Ah, heard that, did you? A vamp’s hearing was almost as good as a shifter’s.

Almost.

“Drake?”

He loved the way she whispered his name.

He dropped the jeans and stepped into the shower. Then he positioned his body near hers. “You’re drinking from me.” He’d be her first at this, just as he’d been the first to take her body.

But she shook her head. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You won’t.” He pulled her against him. The water covered them both. Washing away the blood and death. Drake tilted his head to the side. His fingers curled around her chin, and he pulled her toward him. “Just start with a kiss.”

Her lips feathered over his skin.

His cock hardened even more–and the damn thing had already been swollen with need.

Her tongue slid out and licked the side of his neck. The small touch sent a rush of hot need surging through him.

He was supposed to be suffering through this. Giving her sustenance, nothing more. Dealing with the pain of her bite–

Only there wasn’t any pain yet.

Only pleasure.

“I-I can’t,” she told him again and tried to pull away.

Fuck that.

His hands locked tighter around her. He pushed her back, caging her against the tiled wall of the shower. Then his mouth took hers.

He knew one thing about vampires and their bloodlust…sex and blood were always tied for the vamps.

Sex and blood.

Her mouth opened beneath his. She kissed him back with a hunger to match his. If this was her when she was weak…

He couldn’t wait to see her when Paige was back at full strength.

His tongue slipped into her mouth. Tasted. Enjoyed the moan that rose in the back of her throat.

His cock thrust eagerly toward her, pushing hard because he damn well wanted to be inside of her.

Would be…soon.

His breath heaved out when he lifted his head. “Drink from me.”

The edge of her fangs glistened behind her slick lips.

Drake lifted his hand to his throat. His claws were out, and he sliced a thin line down the side of his throat. The better to tempt his little vamp.

The darkness of her pupils expanded in her eyes. “Drake.”

“I want you to drink from me.”

Her gaze was on the blood that dripped down his throat. Her fangs were lengthening. “Don’t…don’t let me hurt you.”