The Way You Bite(22)

Lexan grinned. “Good. Did you kill him?”

“Probably not. I didn’t wait to find out. My hit was good, though. He’ll be down for a day or two.”

His eyes communicated respect. He touched her cheek again. She ached for his touch everywhere.

“What have you done to me?” she whispered.

“I sped your healing.”

She caught his hand as it dropped from her face. “I don’t mean that.” She traced his index finger. He allowed her to rotate his hand and touch the lines trekking across his palm. A glance up found him frozen as if holding his breath with his lips parted. What would those lips feel like against hers? “This…what’s happening?”

“Have you ever felt this with Ambrose?”

“No. Never. He and I…it’s a forced relationship. We don’t mean anything to each other.” Lexan’s pale blue gaze mesmerized her. She needed to run her hands over him. Then she’d trace his ink and all the contours of his hard body.

“The problem is, you’re in heat, or on the edge of it. You may not recognize it, but it’s got you in its grip.”

“Vampires don’t go into heat. That’s a wolf thing.”

“I can’t resist.” Lexan bent his head toward her. He pressed his lips to hers and lifted away. She shivered.

“We can’t do this on so many levels,” she whispered. But I don’t care. She leaned forward and stroked her tongue over his lips until his mouth opened. His body shuddered, and his breath hitched when her tongue tangled with his. His mouth moved on hers, deepening the kiss.

“You’re dangerous,” she muttered. She’d never been more conscious of being almost naked beneath a fully clothed male with the single motivation of getting him undressed.

“I am more dangerous to you than you could imagine, especially right now. We shouldn’t. You’re right. But I want to.” He shifted over her, pressing her farther back on the bed beneath him. One hand caressed her waist and slowly moved southward. He had superb control. His large body didn’t come close to squashing her. He fit himself against her with precision pressure on the right zones. Normally, a submission attempt from an alpha male ignited her instinct to fight, but from Lexan she melted, boneless and floaty, while his kisses continued. He caressed here and there until she found herself desperate between touches.

He kissed her neck over her jugular. She moaned and arched her neck toward his mouth when he continued kissing the most erogenous zone for any vampire. No male ever made her feel this wanted. Sexy. Wild.

“Damn, you’re beautiful. What you feel right now will become addictive. The more we touch, the worse it’ll get. Tell me to stop.”

“It’s not as addictive for you?” She caressed his erection.

He hissed. “If you don’t tell me to stop, I’m going to make you come. After that, you’ll want more, which can’t happen. It’s better for both of us not to have even a taste of this.”

At the suggestion her thighs locked around him as her core spasmed. “You think a lot of your skills, don’t you?”

“This is nature, not skill.”

Her eyes locked on the arch of his neck as his kisses descended toward her chest. Oh, to bite. She longed to taste the forbidden port pounding through his distended jugular vein.

One taste would kill her. Not a pretty death. She’d seen it. Bleeding out everywhere. Like a splash of cold water, she pushed him away and slid off the bed. She snagged her bathrobe out of the closet and pulled it tight around her. “Get out.”

Confusion swirled in his gaze as he pushed up off the bed.

She pointed at him. “I figured out your game. Fool me into taking a bite. Then I die. I’m not stupid. If you want me dead, just do it. I’m sure I’ve got a weapon around here somewhere you can use. I’d prefer you killed me that way, not with blood death.”

“There’s no game going on here. If I wanted you to die, I wouldn’t have helped with the knife wound.” He strode to her. She backed up until the wall cushioned her back.

He slapped a hand on the wall on either side of her head, caging her in. He leaned into her, dominating but not cruel. Excitement streaked through her.

Hoarsely, he said, “There’s you wanting this, and me wanting you back. Whatever’s going on here doesn’t happen every day. It’s real. It’s stealing my fucking mind. And, it’s a hell of a mess.”

Okay, that was…hot. No one had ever told her she was stealing his mind.

She held herself rigid, hoping he’d pick up where he’d left off before she freaked out about everything again.

He leaned close, until his rapid breaths tickled her face. “The first moment I saw you, I wanted you naked. I needed to be so deep inside you that you’d scream my name. Right then. Right now, I want you in every way possible and in ways you’ve probably never even imagined. Your saving grace is I don’t sleep with vamps. If things were different, we wouldn’t be talking, and you’d be enjoying the hell out of where this could be going.”

He blew out a long, obviously frustrated breath. “Aren’t you scared of this sudden lust?” He gripped her hair to pull her head back to force her to meet his gaze. “If you’re not, you should be. One word, and I’ll toss you on that bed and fuck you until you scream with pleasure so many times you can’t move.”