The Way You Bite(34)

“I already said I did.”

Her heart pumped as if she was at a flat-out run. Her core throbbed to a point that the rub of her jeans over her center was almost too much. Any more tasting of him and she was going to tear off both their clothes and beg him to take her. Then she’d bite his neck.

The dark instinct within pushed her to latch onto him at any available blood vessel. The answer is no, even if it apparently wouldn’t kill her. She licked closed his self-induced laceration before she gave into temptation and latched on. Everything came into sharp focus: the feel of his heavily muscled body pressed tight against her, the heat of his skin against her lips, his spicy essence tantalizing her taste buds…and his less-than-subtle arousal.

She could hear his pulse pounding. The nectar in his vessels called its siren’s song to her. It lured her with the temptation of another drink…a deeper drink. This could become her addiction, obsession. So dangerous.

This wasn’t just about blood. It was also about sex. Nothing captivated a vampire more than a fine vintage at the same time as sex, not that she’d been tempted until now.

She glanced up at the ceiling, visually tracing the plaster cracks snaking toward the central chandelier. Walk away now, or you’ll lose it and go wild. He’s the one guy in the universe you cannot have sex with.

“You might be right on the not-killing me. I’m just too hungry right now. I’m pretty sure I’ll hurt you, if we continue.” She pushed his arm away from her.

“I’m almost five hundred years old. Nothing you can dish out will hurt me. I trust you not to make a prune of me.” He gripped her hair, pushed her face into his neck and ordered, “Take what you need.”

On so many levels this didn’t make sense, but logic wasn’t a key player right now, not with his pulse pounding millimeters from her mouth. One more taste. She licked his neck and heard his groan. That was all the encouragement she needed.

She whispered, “Do you want me to enthrall you?”

“No.”

“Pull me off, if you feel lightheaded. I’m not sure I can stop once I start.” With a smooth bite, she pierced his skin. The rich essence of him flowed into her. Within seconds, she felt sated, more so than at any other time in her life. She wrapped her arms around him and straddled his lap, registering his moan. Based on the way he thrust his thick erection between her legs and undulated, she was pretty sure it was a moan of encouragement. She focused on drinking only for sustenance, ignoring the rocketing need to have him inside her. After a few seconds, she pulled away, resting her head against his neck. She licked away the two trickles, which fell from the puncture sites.

His lips captured hers, drawing her into an open-mouthed kiss.

Vee worked her hands under his shirt, desperate for contact with his skin. The roughness of his chest hair was novel and fascinating. Her only lovers had been vamps, a species without much body hair. Her fingers were halfway down his abs before he vise-clamped them to a halt.

He threw his head back against the sofa in a vulnerable, yet endearing move. “We shouldn’t do this.”

“It feels right, but I know in my head it’s wrong.”

“It’s not wrong. It’s complicated.” He touched her face.

“Please…” She was mortified to hear the pleading in her tone, but her need was downright painful. She wanted him in her when she bit him again. She accepted the inevitability of her fangs in his skin again. He was too delicious to deny herself. Snap out of it. This is blood obsession. Screw it…she wanted him. She wanted to forget everything else in her life.

…

“God, you’re driving me insane.” How long had it been since he’d been this turned on by a female? A very long time. In fact, had he ever been this turned on? This half breed was the hottest thing he’d touched in his entire existence. That was saying something. He’d touched a lot, been with a lot, and tried almost everything conceivable. But not a demisang and never a vamp by choice. Vee seemed resistant to his inborn allure, unlike any other female of his existence. That meant her reaction to him was authentic, not a product of his female magnetism curse.

“What about your ethical dilemma?” he asked.

She frowned. “What?”

“You’re engaged. Has Ambrose cheated on you?”

She nodded. “All the time.”

“Do you love him?”

“No.”

“Does he love you?”

“No. He prefers men.” She slapped a hand over her mouth. “Don’t ever tell anyone I said that. In exchange for my silence he lets me continue my job and live apart from him. If his father found out…”

He traced her lips with his finger, smiling when they parted for him. “If you had a choice, would you do the treatment and marry him? Have his child?”

“I don’t have a choice, if I stay in the vampire world. I choose freedom, which means disappearing. I had plans…have plans. I’m going to disappear from existence. Fake my death and then I’m gone. Only, I got sidetracked.”

“I wouldn’t like you disappearing. I’d chase you, because this whatever it is needs time to work itself out. Be warned, I’ve got a team of experts who can find anyone. We wolves like the hunt. A lot.” He kissed her again.

“I want to know what it could be like. Lexan…please. I need you.” She thrust her breasts against him he ran his hand beneath her shirt. Her expression turned sultry, her eyes heavy lidded and drowsy. Her lips pouted in sinful invitation.