“I was going to seduce you,” he said simply.
“The way you seduced me into becoming a vampire?” I asked quietly, licking my lips.
“Perhaps,” he said. “Although I don’t think I gave you a choice on that front.”
“So, what changed?”
“I’ve never taken a mate,” he said. “I don’t want to screw this up.”
“That’s sweet,” I said. “But it sounds like you’re scared.”
“You’re taunting me. It won’t work.”
“No?” I said. “I’m a huntress. I’ve taunted many vampires before.”
“Not like this.”
“No,” I said. “I never fucked them.”
I tried to sound sassy like I normally did, but the truth was that I was a little confused, and I was a little bit nervous. I really hadn’t slept with a vampire. In fact, I hadn’t slept with anyone since Hank broke up with me for another girl.
“And you want to fuck me.”
“Maybe,” I said. “I can’t decide whether I want to fuck you or fight you.”
“You’ve already fought me once,” he said, stepping closer. Liam towered over me. I hadn’t really noticed it before. Maybe being a vampire made me more scared than being human. I didn’t feel very different, to be honest. Mostly, I felt the same.
When he was close like this, though, my entire body felt like it was on fire, and suddenly, my fangs came out. I gasped and reached for them, touching them gently. Liam watched me. Amusement played on his face, but I wasn’t embarrassed.
“Liam,” I whispered. “I have fangs.”
“Yes, that does tend to happen with vampires,” he said.
“What can I do with them?”
“You can bite.”
“Liam, they feel...”
I rubbed one up and down, shocked at the way it felt. It felt good. It felt erotic. He watched as I touched one fang and then the other.
“Yes, a lot of people find them arousing,” he said.
“Do people ever...”
I blushed, suddenly not wanting to finish my sentence.
“Give each other fang jobs?”
“Yes.”
“All the time,” he said, nodding. He spoke as though it wasn’t a big deal, as though we were discussing the weather and not the mating practices of vampires. I touched my fangs again, but suddenly, I started to feel a little dizzy, and I sat down on the floor.
He came over to me, reached out, and touched my forehead.
“You’re hot,” he said.
“Thank you.”