His fists clenched as the demon in him flared. “Extra careful?” Because carrying his offspring would be such a catastrophe? Did she think she was too good for him?
“Is sex all you’ve got in your playbook?” she asked. “There are lots of other things we can do to each other.”
The rich promise of lots of other things placated his demon. “Then we’re in agreement.”
She grinned. “Awesome.”
Awesome?
She dashed to the bed, leaping atop it to sprawl on her back. “Let’s get to the Q and A.”
TWENTY
Jo turned on her side, head propped in her hand as she watched Rune unbuttoning his fly.
She could barely wait to see him naked.
Never taking his spellbinding eyes off her face, he hooked his thumbs at the waist of his jeans and slipped them down, lower.
Lower . . .
His cock sprang free, bobbing for her riveted gaze. The thick shaft jutted from crisp black hair. Smooth skin stretched taut over prominent veins.
Mouthwatering.
His dusky balls looked heavy. She wanted to cup them, weigh them. Tug and watch him groan. His sac tightened before her eyes.
He stepped from his jeans to stand fully nude before her, arrogant as ever.
The sight of his lean, muscled frame and tattooed skin left her dumbstruck. She took her time, gaze roaming from his sexy hair, to his handsome face and penetrating eyes. To his brawny chest. The flexing ridges in his torso called to her claws.
As if Rune liked her eyes on his body, he grew even harder. Blood flowed to his dick so fast, it jerked. The broad crown strained toward her.
Her fangs sharpened for that veined shaft. She tapped one point with her tongue as she imagined grazing him there.
Would the dark fey shudder if she drew a line of blood and lapped it up? She’d never even had a blood kiss, yet her mind had already skipped ahead to a blood blow job.
What fun she would have with this guy tonight. Her lips curled. Best. Date. Ever.
His voice was gravelly when he said, “You like what you see.” It wasn’t a question.
She nodded happily. Just when she’d realized how wet she’d grown, he inhaled and tensed. Could he tell how he affected her? Of course, he’d scented her.
“You’re ready.” With a lethal grace, he lay back on the other side of the bed, all seven feet of sculpted fey/demon physique. A long, tall drink of blood.
He used a claw to prick his finger, and a bead of black arose.
Her eyes locked on that drop. The scent filled the air, making her light-headed.
He curled that pricked finger, summoning her. “Come and get it, dove.” Then he drew a line directly over that maddening pulse point in his neck!
Her fangs were aching.
“Look at your little fangs sharpen. You crave the forbidden, don’t you?”
Gaze fixed on that line, she went to her knees, climbing over to join him. She couldn’t believe he was giving her his blood this easily. She bent to lick—
He grabbed her arms with his unnatural speed and tossed her to her back, securing her wrists in metal.
“What the hell?” The cuffs from before? He’d attached them to a chain leading from the wall. She fought to get free, but they were still unbreakable. “This wasn’t part of the deal, Ruin!”
“This is my show, vampire. You follow my lead. And do not call me Ruin again.”
“Asshole!”
His dark laugh sent shivers over her. “Do you want to rethink our wager?”
“It’ll make it that much better when I win!”
“Vampire, I’m going to have you begging for me.” He leaned forward as if to check on the cuffs, putting that line of blood in front of her face.
“Oooh! You dick!”
Blood had dried on his thumb, the scent remaining. He rubbed it on her face, along her cheekbones and jawline. Her lids slid shut, her head spinning.
“My vampire loves her baneblood, thinks it sweet.”
God, I do. I do. Her eyes flashed open when his other hand glided to her chest. Through the thick fabric of her robe, he kneaded one of her tits.
They felt swollen, aching as much as her fangs.
She moistened her lips, and he groaned. “Fuck, you make me hard when you do that.” His accent was heavier than she’d ever heard it.
“Will you kiss me?”
“I’ve wanted to. Have imagined it. But you’d steal blood from my tongue, wouldn’t you?”
She couldn’t deny it when she was licking one sharp fang.
He sounded as if he’d stifled a groan. “Then a kiss will be your reward for confiding in me. Once you’ve told me all, I’ll take your lips and give you blood. But not before.” He shook his head hard, reaching for the tie on her robe. “I’m keen to see the rest of your body.”
She wanted to feel his gaze too, was panting in anticipation. Slowly, he bared her.
At the sight of her tits, black forked out over his eyes. He unsteadily sank back on his heels. “Your nipples are pierced? Were you a pleasure slave?” Had that been a hopeful note to his tone?
“No, I was never a slave.”
He leaned forward, his head descending. He put his mouth right above one peak, so she could feel his hot breaths.
Her nipples had never been so hard. “Oh, God . . .” She didn’t know where to look—was greedy to see every detail about him. His sensual lips. His rapt eyes. Were his hands balled into fists? His cock was pulsing.
“You had this done yourself?”
She nodded.
“You wicked little girl.” His tongue flicked one nipple.
Sensation shot through her. “Ahh!”