Princess.
A voice.A deep and throaty voice.A voice that makes me shiver.
“Rogan?”
“Easy, princess.If I didn’t know better, I’d think you just smoked some really good weed.Or weed laced with something.”
“Don’t do drugs…” somehow makes it out of my throat.
“You sure?I’m thinking my blood is a drug to you.I had to force you off my neck.”
I widen my eyes.Everything’s stiff fuzzy.
Everything except Rogan’s green eyes.
They’re beautiful.
“For a vamp, you don’t seem to know how to pace yourself.”
His statement confounds me.Pace myself?I do nothingbutpace myself.I have to.
This time, though?I didn’t.His blood is like the sweetest nectar, the juiciest fruit, the lustiest wine.I can’t get enough of it.
“Blood isn’t a drug for us, Rogan.It’s nourishment.Our physiology requires it.”
“Good.”
“Good?”
“I mean good.You’re coming out of your drunken haze.You’re making sense now.”
I close my eyes, will them to work, and open them again.
I’m back in my room at the hotel.Rogan got me here somehow.Did he carry me through the casino?The bed’s still unmade.What the fuck, housekeeping?My body is on high alert due to Rogan’s presence, but at least now I’m thinking clearly.
I sit up.“Whoa.”The haze returns with a vengeance.
“Lie down.”Rogan adjusts my pillow.“It’ll pass.”
Will it?How would he know?Has anyone taken his blood before?
A low growl drifts through the air, and—
Damn.It came from me.From the thought of some other vamp taking Rogan’s blood.Not on my watch.That blood is mine.
Mine.
“Mine,” I say out loud.
“What?What’s yours?”
I reach toward him, grab onto his hair and pull him toward me.“You are.You.Are.Mine.”
Another growl, this time more forceful.
And it’snotcoming from me.
Then—