“Stop it,” I whisper.
“Stop what?”
“Controlling me.”
“You think I’m controlling you?”
I nod as I bring my hands to rest on his chest, needing to touch him.
“If I was controlling you, then you’d be kissing me.”
“Okay,” I agree. Ripping his shirt, I yank him down to me. He willingly comes, his mouth meeting mine. I freeze when I realize what I’ve done. I’ve kissed him.
He’s going to bite me. I should stop this. I should pull back. But I don’t. Instead, I get lost in him and the way his mouth feels as it moves over mine. How it’s gentle yet possessive. A moan slips past my lips. The sound breaks me out of whatever spell he has me under.
I quickly realize how wrong I am as my teeth sink into his bottom lip.
5
Vincent
She bit me. Scratch that, she’s biting me. I taste my own blood as I pull her tighter to me and press my tongue into her warm mouth.
When she moans, that electric sizzle that feels like I’m one wrong heartbeat away from the grave lights me up all over. It’s a tumult—my beating heart, her vicious teeth, and the hard cock between my legs that can’t seem to control itself.
Her fingers dig into my chest as I lean her back, taking all of her weight into my arms and holding her effortlessly. Fuck, she’s so damn sexy. And the bite? The bite just made this whole thing mind-blowing on another level.
When I finally pull back and let her breathe, she looks up at me with wide eyes.
“You have my blood on your chin.” I lick it from her, and she shivers in my arms. The smell from between her thighs is the sweetest of perfume, and I want to taste her there. Right fucking now.
“I need to go.” She looks dazed.
Now that she's tasted my blood, I can feel her even more. Like a little hum through my veins, a ghost in the back of my mind. I have her scent; she has my taste. We’ve marked each other in ways I can’t even begin to understand. But what I know now—more than I’ve ever known anything—is that this female is mine.
“You aren’t leaving.” I carry her deeper into my home, straight to the library that doesn’t have a single window inside.
She blinks, as if clearing the haze from her mind. “What? You can’t keep me prisoner! Ian will kill you if you hurt me. I promise you! He’ll come at you, and he won’t stop until you’re a gooey mess on the floor, and then he’ll … he’ll … um, well he’ll do unspeakable things to that gooey mess on the floor! Really horrible things! Unholy stuff. Just, just so awful that you will be feeling it all the way in hell!” She thinks about what she said for a second, then looks a little queasy.
I stifle a laugh. My, my. What a little darling I’ve ensnared.
“You’re not a prisoner.” I sit in another of my reading chairs and perch her in my lap. “In fact, I’m still trying to figure out what you are.”
“I’m a human. One who’s like a chew toy to your kind.” She tries to lean away from me.
I don’t let her. “If you’ll remember, sweet Everly, you’re the one who bit me. Not the other way around.”
“I don’t … I don’t know what that was.” Her cheeks flame crimson, and she swallows hard. “I have to go.”
“Where? To that warehouse?”
Her gaze cuts to me. “How do you know about that?”
“I followed you last night.”
“You’re stalking us? Why? Because you want to kill me just like all the rest of your sort?” She tries to push out of my lap. She gets nowhere. In fact, her struggles only rub her round ass against my cock, giving me the most pleasurable waves of sensation.
I nuzzle her little ear. “Don’t stop.”
“What?” She stops.
“I said don’t stop, Everly.” I nip at her lobe with my fangs.
“Hey!” She smacks my arm.
I feel it. Before, I could sort of feel things, but it was more like a shadow of actual sensation. Now, I can actually experience her warmth, feel her goose bumps, smell her wet cunt. Fuck, doesn’t she know she smells like a honeyed peach? I inhale deeply.
“What are you doing?”
“Hmm?” I realize I’d closed my eyes when I’d imagined running my tongue along her slit.
“You were making these sounds.” She’s breathing harder now.
“Keep trying to escape.” I thrust my hips upward against her so she can feel what she’s doing to me.
She clutches my shirt. “You have to let me go.”
“Why?”
“Because … Because you’re a killer.”
“And you’re mine.” I pull her close and run my fangs along her throat. “Mine, Everly.”
“What?”
“You drank my blood. Can’t you feel it? There’s something between us.”
“Yeah, I can feel it,” she says wryly and wiggles her ass.