I turn in his lap. “I’ll just have a little taste.”
“You can have all the taste you want from me. Every last drop.”
A happy giggle pops from me. That shouldn’t be romantic, but it is.
“But can you keep your fangs out of her?” Ian chimes in, cock blocking and fang blocking me. The hell?
Thing is, as much as I want to sink my teeth into Vincent and for him to make love to me, I’m starting to crave his fangs in me too. I want it all.
I don’t think Vincent is the one Ian needs to worry about.
It’s all me.
11
Vincent
“Stop looking at me like that.” I peer over the dusty tome I’m paging through to look at Everly.
“What?” She shrugs innocently, but I can feel the heat coming off her. She’s a sexual supernova, and I so badly want to get burned.
“Focus,” Ian chimes in. “There has to be more information in here somewhere about the blood bond.”
“We could just do the thing, and then—”
“No,” Ian and I say in unison.
As much as I want to claim her in every way possible, I won’t risk hurting her. Even now, she’s looking paler, her cheeks no longer as pink.
“Do you need a treatment?”
Ian turns and starts digging around in his bag. “We’ve been studying these books all night. I forgot you need to test.”
Everly frowns. “You gave me a treatment, what, yesterday? I should be good.”
Ian raises a brow. “You don’t look good.”
I growl.
“I mean.” Ian holds up his hands, a testing device in one. “She looks great—”
I growl even louder.
“I can’t win.” He shakes his head. “Come on, Evy. Let me see.”
“I’ll do it. Show me how.” I’m at his side in no time, blocking him from Everly.
He sighs. “This blood bond thing is already getting old.”
“Just tell me what to do.” I take the test from him as Everly offers me her hand.
“Press the button, a needle pops out and takes a sample, then press the blood to this strip so we can get an iron reading.” He hands me a strip, then turns back to his book.
“Does it hurt?” I stroke her arm.
“I’m used to it. It’s not as bad as people with diabetes. They have to test several times a day. So I just count myself lucky.” She gives me a resolute smile.
“I admire you.”
“Me?” She gives me a curious look. “Why?”
Ian hands me an alcohol swab. I use it then press the needle device to her finger. When I depress the plunger, she doesn’t bat an eyelash, but I can feel a ghost of the pinprick, as if I stuck my own finger.
The smell of her blood is rich and spicy, though the actual droplet doesn’t look as dark as it should. I put the dot against the test strip.
“Now we wait a little bit.”
I pull her into my lap. “You sure it didn’t hurt?”
She rests against my chest and yawns. “Maybe a little, but I promise it doesn’t bother me.”
“You need rest.” I wrap my arms around her.
“You do, too. It’s almost daylight.” She snuggles against my neck, and when I feel her teeth running along my throat, a shiver of need passes through me.
“You’re low. You already need a treatment.” Ian leans over and peeks at the test strip. “I guess I can head back to the warehouse and—”
“No. I have an idea.”
“I like the sound of that.”
“You’ll like the taste of it even more.” Before Ian can protest, I bite my wrist and put it to Everly’s mouth.
She latches on, not hesitating as she takes pulls of my blood.
“I needed to research more,” Ian grumbles. “Not smart.”
“She needs blood, right?”
“She needs iron and sometimes blood or plasma, yes, but we don’t know if—”
She pulls even harder, drink after drink from me. It sets off a sense of euphoria, and I’m swimming in it. In her.
“Not so fast.” Ian reaches toward her.
I smack his hand away. He flies across the room and thuds against the sofa.
“What the fuck!” He glares at me.
I’m running on pure instinct, almost like I was when I was first turned. I need to calm the fuck down. “Sorry about that.”
He takes a deep breath. “This whole thing is fubar.”
“Enough, poppet.” I try to pry her off my wrist.
She only bites down harder. My cock tries to split the seam of my pants. Holy shit, I’ve never felt so fucking turned on or alive or in love.
“Poppet.” I run my other hand through her hair and grip.
She growls, the sound feral and erotic.
I close my fist, gripping her soft strands and pulling her away from my wrist. Her pupils are blown, my blood on her lips, her cunt sweetly scenting the air.
Before I can wipe her mouth, she’s on me, her tongue tangling with mine as she straddles me. I grip her hips, holding on as she rubs herself against my hard cock, her body hot and soft and everything I’ve ever dreamed of.