The Way You Bite(63)

“Go away!” she screamed back.

She ran for what seemed like an hour until she collapsed in a field. Finally alone, having left him—or at least she thought she’d ditched him long ago. She stared at the moon. There may be joy in the wild freedom of this form, but being this way left no doubt of her genetic blend. Her ability to have fur and run on all fours distanced her further from whatever life Lexan wanted for them, even if it made half of her more like him. Sorrow weighed on her as she curled into a ball. Lexan had responsibilities to his people who were now at war with her kind. Only, vampires weren’t her kind, either.

I want to be myself. Me. Not this dog. I never wanted to be a dog. She felt wetness on her face and touched. With hands.

Back to vampire. But, wait, she wasn’t really a vampire.

What was she?

She curled tighter into herself and sobbed.

A hand touched her. She flinched away. “Leave me alone.”

“You were spectacular,” he whispered.

“I don’t want to be spectacular with fur. I’m a vampire. Only, I’m not. I don’t know what I am.” She sat and punched him hard. Then she pummeled his chest until her hands hurt. He pulled her into his arms and held her tight as the tears came again. She continued to hit his back, although the hits grew weaker until she quit.

He smoothed her hair and rubbed her back. “You are you. Unique and beautiful. You belong with me.”

“You can’t keep a mix as your mistress. You’re an idiot.” She giggled. “A naked idiot.”

“I’m not the only one who’s naked.” He kissed her forehead and then her lips. “Let me remind you how much you belong. And how much I don’t care what you are.” He placed his mouth to her neck. “How right this is and always will be.” He lowered her beneath his concrete-hard naked body, pinning her to the ground. She didn’t struggle as he moved between her legs. She should. He’d release her. Yet, she liked him surrounding her, and reassuring her. She hated that. Hated that he diffused her panic with a few reasonable words and his body. Damn his eyes so intense and hungry.

“Damn you, Lexan.” She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him.

He kissed down her neck to her collarbone then leisurely trailing lower. “Damn me if you must, but I’m not leaving you.”

His tongue curled around her nipple in exquisite torture. Her pulse pounded, loudly roaring through her ears. His neck, now exposed, tempted her to bite. Her canines throbbed and elongated, desperate for a taste. She couldn’t shake her addiction to his blood and his body.

He took one nipple into his mouth. She arched into him. “Lexan.” His name came out a sigh of longing she couldn’t suppress. “We shouldn’t. You and me…us remaining together will put you at risk from everyone, even your own people.”

“Nothing new. I’ve been a target since the moment I was born. Just feel. Stop thinking. No talking. Just feel.”

He drew the taut point of her nipple deep into his mouth and sucked hard with strong, hungry movements. Swirling sensation took over her mind and every nerve of her body. She couldn’t deny this or him. A guttural moan broke free.

“Yeah, that’s the most beautiful sound in the world—except for you screaming my name when I’m inside you.” The gravel in his voice, the straining in his hips, the hard length pressing into her…she almost climaxed right there.

The mess waiting for them back at the house, the reality and horror of her existence… All of it drifted away when his tongue plunged into her mouth. His mouth broke away from hers and moved back down to her breasts.

“Please…” she begged. Oh God. She needed this. Right here in the open on the ground with him. Only him. She licked his neck.

The growl that came out of his chest reminded her he wasn’t a vamp. He was a vicious wolf. Part animal. The noise incited more heat between her thighs. She teased his neck with her elongated canines. He shivered.

“Do it. Bite. Take what you need,” he ordered.

She complied with a gentle score to his neck. He entered her with a groan. So deep inside her. She spasmed instantly, climaxing so hard that her brain went offline. Despite the languor in the aftermath, she licked closed the bite on his neck, unsure how much she’d taken and hoping it wasn’t too much. She relaxed onto the dead grass. They’d emitted so much heat together they’d melted the snow beneath them.

“How will it work with the blood for me? Can I still drink human blood or will I always need werewolf?”

“I don’t know. I think you can do either. I haven’t known any demisangs. Are you okay after…everything?” He pulled her into him, sharing his warmth.

No. She’d never be okay.

“I almost got you killed by Ambrose.” She stared at the sky. “You being with me is too dangerous for you.”

Lexan moved hair away from her face and smiled. “My boys are good at what they do. They can protect both of us. I want you with me, not somewhere else. If you leave, I’ll follow.”

“You have political responsibilities.”

“I do. I’ve done it for too long. They can choose someone else to be their leader, if this is a problem. I’ve been waiting for someone else to step up for decades. The issue is everyone else qualified is scared shitless to do it or too young. Blay flat out won’t. I won’t lie to you about this…us. You surprised me. A few days ago, I could never have imagined being involved with a vamp on any level. I didn’t fare well prior to the War. Now…maybe I’ve gone crazy, but I want this.”