Bitter Blood (Blood and Moonlight Book 3)(9)

Aidan stood there. His bright blue stare swept over them and lingered on their hands. He blinked, once, twice, and the tension in the room seemed to ratchet up.

“Someone want to tell me…” Aidan said, voice low, too low. “What the hell is going on?”

“Nothing.” Jane dropped Paris’s hand. “Nothing is—”

“I want Jane to bite me.” Paris straightened his shoulders. “That’s what’s happening.”

Jeez. Just once…once…couldn’t Paris have lied to Aidan? Would that have broken the bro code too much?

Very slowly, Aidan shut the door behind him. “Want to tell me why?” His eyes glowed with the power of his beast. “Why you want my Jane to put her teeth in you?”

Paris jerked up his chin. “Because it’s too dangerous for her to keep taking from you! You’re changing, Aidan! You can’t give her any more blood—we both know it. You—”

In a flash, Aidan was across the room. He’d grabbed Paris by the front of his shirt. “Jane drinks from me. Only me.” His voice was so…deadly. She shouldn’t have found that scary growl to be sexy. She was probably messed up on the inside. Because I do think it’s sexy.

“Aidan, let him go.” Jane sprang forward and shoved between the two men. “I’d already said I wasn’t drinking before you got here. He’s just worried about you. That’s all. Because he’s your friend.” As if Aidan needed that reminder.

Aidan stared at Paris. “She drinks from me.” A cold order.

Paris gave a grim nod. “But at what cost? Do you even realize what’s happening to you?”

“I am in full control.” That was the alpha talking. She could hear the authority in Aidan’s voice.

“I sure as hell hope so.” Paris backed away. “For everyone’s sake.” Then he headed for the door.

When it closed behind him with a soft click, Jane’s shoulders slumped. “That was awkward.”

Aidan didn’t speak.

“I-I wasn’t going to drink from him.” Just so they were clear. “He’s worried about you. About what might happen and—”

Aidan grabbed Jane and pulled her close. Her hand flew against his chest as he lifted her up, holding her easily, and his mouth crashed down on hers.

The kiss was hard. Rough. Deep.

Hot.

So very Aidan.

And she loved it. Her mouth met his eagerly, her tongue tasting him, her body already yearning because when they kissed—they ignited. Imploded.

The chemistry between them had always been off the charts. But lately, since her change…

She wanted him even more.

For a vampire, physical lust and blood lust combined. Desire went soul-deep. Her hunger wasn’t sated with quick sex. She needed more. Longer. Hotter.

Aidan.

“You healed?” He bit the words off against her mouth.

“Yes…”

He whirled her around. Sat her on the edge of his desk and shoved her legs apart. Jane’s hands flew back, slamming onto the surface of his desk, narrowly avoiding a collision with his laptop as she fought to find her balance.

“Need to be…in you…” And his voice was that rough growl again. The one that made goosebumps rise on her skin. That made her nipples pebble.

That made her wet.

“I want that, too,” Jane whispered as her hands curled against the desk. Aidan, in her. Sinking deep. Her nails scraped over the wooden surface and Aidan’s fingers—he was yanking at the button of her jeans, pulling down the zipper, then pretty much jerking the jeans and her shoes right off her.

Her underwear vanished with the jeans. A very good thing. The cool air hit her skin and Jane let out a quick gasp when Aidan’s hands came back. Big, strong hands. They pushed her thighs farther apart and then his fingers were stroking into her. Pushing into her sex even as his thumb worked her clit.

That was her Aidan, all right. Zero to implosion in way less than sixty seconds.

“Aidan—” Jane began, desire sharpening her voice. The room was soundproofed, so she knew no one outside would hear them. When you had a bar that was normally packed with werewolves and their enhanced hearing, you had to take precautions—hence the soundproofing. She knew she could yell, could scream with her climax, and no one but Aidan would hear her.

Only Aidan.

“Can’t wait,” he gritted.

She nodded. Did she look like she wanted him to wait?

“Too scared…” His eyes were definitely glowing. “Too…pissed.”

Uh, oh. “Aidan?”

He’d jerked open his own jeans. His cock—big, long, fully erect—pushed at the entrance to her sex. Their eyes met, then he drove deep.

So deep that she lost her breath.

So deep that her whole body shuddered.

So deep…Jane thought that for a moment, they were one.

The bond is always there with him.

Her nails scraped over his desk, then she was grabbing his shoulders. Holding on tight. She could handle all of him now that she was a vampire. No worries about him hurting the delicate human. She could have him all, and all—all was exactly what she wanted.

He withdrew, then slammed into her. Again and again. Her fangs burned in her mouth, the bloodlust aroused by her physical desire for him. But Jane kept her lips clamped shut. This wasn’t some life-or-death emergency, she wasn’t going to bite him again—especially not with Paris’s warnings fresh in her mind.