Only Vampires Cry Blood (Alexa O'Brien, Huntress #3)(47)

Our two differing powers danced together, never joining but embracing nonetheless.

Kale's centuries old energy was like the finest aged wine. When his fangs came to rest against my vein again, I welcomed the sting. I ached for his bite.

“I can't stop.” Kale sighed somberly.

He had a desperate inner loneliness dating back far longer than I'd been alive. I couldn't fix it, but I could be a source of comfort. That's what we sought from one another: comfort. Maybe it would never heal the wounds we both carried, but it would give us what we needed for one night.

“Don't.” I looked down my body, taking in the sight of his hands on me. The rush was thrilling. “Don't stop. Just … bite me.”

His agonized groan told me more than any words could have. His touch grew aggressive and the wolf in me loved it. A steady throb started between my legs. I was ready for him to spill my blood. I wanted it.

Kale didn't have to be told twice. My encouragement was all he needed to unleash the true vampire that dwelled inside him. After how much time he spent holding back, I could only imagine how good it felt to let loose.

I gave a small cry when his fangs easily broke through the surface of my skin, deep into my flesh. The combination of pleasure and pain was dizzying. My knees buckled, and I slumped against Kale who held my weight effortlessly.

The sensation of Kale's teeth buried inside me was more potent and far more intimate than if it had been the hard on he pressed against my rear. The blood rushed from the wounds, and he drank it in along with my heady power. His energy was hot and strong with desire and something more, total abandon.

My breath came fast, and I nearly gasped for air. My heart thundered in my ears as he sucked the living nectar from me. It was both pain and pleasure. I moaned, extremely aroused by the demand in his bite. Kale had been waiting for this moment, but had he really known it would come? I never would have assumed so myself.

Blood spilled down my neck and chest, warm and beautifully scarlet. I needed more of him. It wasn't enough. Kale's tongue played along the punctures, encouraging the blood to keep flowing. His fingers continued their loving tribute to my ni**les while kneading the creamy expanse of my br**sts. I couldn't hold back anymore. I needed all of him.

Kale's soft moan in my ear drove me over the edge. Before I realized what I was doing, I was hiking my skirt up, inviting him to take me in every way. Releasing my hold on his dark locks, I reached down to free him from the confines of his pants.

Then, we heard the front door open. The sound of Jez chatting away on her cell phone was all it took to break the spell. Kale released me immediately, and I all but leaped away from him.

Oh, this was just great. Of all places for this to have happened, this had to be among the worst. I was consumed with guilt. I had to force myself to meet Kale's eyes.

My blood coated his teeth and lips. He licked it away with a few swipes of his tongue. The moment had been shattered, yet I still longed to kiss him as I once had, to taste the blood in his mouth.

We stood there staring at one another, listening as Jez went about flipping on lights in the hall and kitchen. Our cars were outside. She knew we were here. It was only a matter of moments until she made her way further into the building and discovered us standing here like guilty children in the cookie jar.

I tugged my corset back into place with a hot blush coloring my cheeks, but I couldn’t hide the fresh and very obvious vampire bite on my neck. Jez wouldn’t believe any lie in the world on this one. I'd be a moron to try.

“Lex?” She called, the sound of her footsteps growing closer. “What's up? I didn't expect anyone to be here.”

She rounded the corner to my office and stopped dead. As she surveyed the mess, taking in the holes in the wall and finally the two of us, her green eyes grew wide. I could only imagine how we looked from her point of view.

“Why not?” I asked. “Were you planning to have a party or something?” I spoke too quickly in my attempt to strike up normal conversation. I ignored the way her lips curled in a slight smile. Of course, she would find this amusing.

“Looks like the party started without me.” She laughed, looking back and forth between Kale and me. Rubbing her arms, she shivered slightly in response to the power we'd called. “I just stopped in to grab the jacket I left in my office. I'd ask what you two are doing here, but I think I'll just walk away now.”

Giving me a pointed look that clearly stated she expected details later, she smirked and sauntered off down the hall. Could this possibly get any more uncomfortable?

I was torn between several impulses and urges. I simply couldn't give in to most of them. Not now. The strongest urge I had was to flee the situation entirely. That wouldn't be fair to Kale, but what was I supposed to do?

I was sure we wore matching expressions of shame and wonder. My hand drifted to my bleeding neck. It came away stained with fresh blood though the flow had significantly decreased. I stared at my bloody fingers, fumbling for the right words.

Kale beat me to it. He shook his head, horror evident in his eyes. “I'm sorry, Alexa. I want to feel bad. I know I should feel bad, but I don't. The only thing I regret is Jez' shitty timing.”

I had to give him a point for honesty. It was more than I could say for myself.

However, that crappy timing had saved us from taking a dumb decision into the realms of downright stupid. So why did I feel as disappointed as he sounded?