All the while his heart thumps, its beat growing more rapid.His blood thrums through his veins, the sound like the flowing rapids of a Colorado river.
My gums tingle, and my fangs drop.And oh God, just a scratch against his tongue, and I get a taste of that amazing elixir—his blood.
This time I know where the growl comes from.From my body because of what I crave.His blood.Just a trickle and I need more.So much more.
I pull back, breaking the kiss with a loud smack and baring my teeth.
His emerald eyes are on fire.“Fuck it all.How can you look so fucking beautiful like that?With those damned vampire teeth?With…fuck.With my blood…”
“I need it, Victor,” I growl.“Don’t make me wait.”
“Damn it, princess.I need it too.”He takes a step forward, erasing the short distance between us.He brushes his hair off one side of his neck and tilts his head.“Take it.Take what you need.”
I’m on him in a flash, my fangs in his flesh and his delicious blood trickling over my tongue and down my throat.I close my eyes, allow the drugging liquid to take its hold on me.To give me nourishment and strength.
The flavor is unique—a little dark chocolate, a little lusty red wine, a lot of woods and wolf.
It’s fucking delicious.
Delicious in its flavor but delicious also in its effect.
Energy courses through me.I feel like fucking Atlas holding up the world.This blood.This Alpha-were blood.
Nothing will ever be the same again.No more bagged blood.Not even blood from a live human or animal.No.Nothing else will do.
Only Victor Rogan’s blood.Only—
He pushes at me, then.Tugs his neck away, dislodging my teeth.
“Enough, princess.You don’t want to drain me.”
I move backward, wobbling, and meet his gaze.
“Fuck,” he says again.“Your lips and cheeks are smeared with my blood, and I find it… I find it… Fuck.It’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.”
I lick my lips, savor the last bit of his blood.“And you find that unusual?That you’re attracted to a vampire?”
“Fucking bloodsuckers.You’re the bane of our existence.How the hell can this be?”
“Bloodsuckers?Really, Rogan?”I shake my head.I thought he’d be above using common slurs.
“If the thigh-high boot fits, princess.”
I narrow my eyes.How can I be so attracted to and so repulsed by someone at the same time?
He pulls a bandana out of his pocket and hands it to me.“Wipe my blood off your face.I can’t… I can’t think when you look like that.Fuck.I can’t think around you anyway.”
I take the red cotton bandana.“This is a little country boy for a suave businessman alpha like yourself.”I touch it to my lips, not wanting to erase any part of what just occurred between us, even though the bloodsucker comment still has me pissed.
“Country boy?”
“If the cowboy boot fits, Rogan.”
He smiles.Actually smiles.“I didn’t always live here,” he says.
“Oh?”I continue wiping my mouth and cheeks slowly.Methodically.“Where are you from originally?”
“Colorado.”