The heat of my anger swamps my entire body, inspiring my slit to quiver. I struggle to lift my head, ready to tell him exactly what’s on my mind since he’s so desperate to know.
My mouth opens and closes like a fish gasping for water.
His chuckle is gruff and intimidating. “It’s happening again, isn’t it?”
A warped denial flies from my mouth. It’s as useless as using a broken bobby pin to pick a lock. I try to fight the urge to lean forward, breasts aching from not having his hard chest pressed to them.
Andwhy?
He murdered Seline.
And it’s not like this man has the kind of sway over me that the ones in my fantasies do.
Because, sure, yes,okay, this is something directly out of a wet dream for me.
Even Jasper didn’t know about these secret desires.
The early hour before dawn is the only space that houses such precious things. And right now, they were threatening to burst from me just as much as my orgasm had last night.
Lust overwhelms me.
No,I thought with a twitch of terror.Don’t think about that. Just don’t do it.
Darius laps up the blood that’s trickled toward the front of my robe. The presence of his tongue close to my breasts makes me shiver. I clutch him while fighting against my hips, urging them to stay still.
We can’t repeat last night. Not now. Not ever.
Not even in my dreams.
But maybe just one tiny thrust. Just pretend like you’re readjusting.
A weak bay rumbles from my chest.
Too late. He’s already biting me again.
Now I really can’t hide it.
One hard suck is all it takes to relinquish every single thought I’ve been holding back. Without my steel fortress in place, I’m susceptible to his inspection—and the inevitable retaliation. What do vampires do with bloodbags who are way too horny for them? Do they retrain them?
Or do they keep them around as an extra special snack?
Somehow the thought of that makes me soak my panties.
The only sign he’s recognized my arousal is the hum he releases into my throat. It resonates in my upper body, sending a shockwave through my core. I roll my hips.
Stiff with anticipation, I clutch his vest, trying to see if he even noticed.
But he hasn’t. Or at least he hasn’t shown it. He’s merely cradling me while allowing my blood to trickle into his mouth.
I’m trying to think about how to get away with it while trying to steady my breathing at the same time. One wrong move can rip out my jugular. I know Darius won’t let it happen, but I don’t want there to even be the slightestpossibilityof my injury being on his hands.
And that’s what really confuses me.
Because why should I care about a murdering hulk like Darius?
He killed Seline. He admitted to it. What the hell do I think I’m doing?
More than just anger creases my brow. Where’s my safety? Where’s my security?