Page 54 of Bitten By Chaos

“My imagination had only begun to take flight. Perhaps a swing isn’t a bad addition,” he said, then dipped to nip at my lips.

“I’ve seen you get quite creative without any such things,” I retorted, sliding my hands along his back to the curve of his ass.

“I’m glad you appreciate my innovate tendencies,” he countered before lowering himself onto me. The chill of his flesh sent shivers through me. He caught my erect nipple in his mouth and bit down lightly, making me arch up against him.

“Julian, you haven’t eaten in a couple of days,” I croaked as his fingers seared against the intense heat of my core.

He stopped his ministrations for a moment. “I have been concerned that we haven’t heard from Elsa since leaving the estate.”

“Maybe she meant what she said when she offered me the out of leaving.” I searched his eyes with hope, and he answered with a deadly grin.

“Elsa does not take no for an answer. And the moment she finds out?—”

“She won’t,” I insisted. Though I’d been trying to dismiss the fear that my father would run and tell her about me when I left him. “And you need to feed either way.”

“Very well. I can fix that,” he murmured, kissing his way to my throat where he sank in and began lapping at my blood, flooding me with torrents of desire and ending our discussion.

I moaned in response, clutching his shoulders and hooking a leg over his hip so he could fill me the way I needed him to. He took his time, teasing the spot he’d latched onto on my neck while slowly driving into my starving sex. It was exquisite torture.

“Julian, please,” I pleaded, clenching my legs around him.

Of course, my love, he answered in my mind. The next thing I knew, he stood at the side of the bed, holding my ankles as he surged inside of me with vampire strength and speed. I cried out in ecstasy, scrabbling for purchase on the bedsheets as we lifted from the ground, flying up into the air until I was pressed against the ceiling, Julian continuing his ministrations without a pause.

I’d done it again, but I couldn’t stop to focus on the magic, not when the orgasm was so close to the surface. So I sank into the sensations as Julian continued to pummel me, sending yet more rubble to the ground below.

“Oh, fuck, Julian,” I screamed out with my release. He growled, matching my climax and practically flattening me against the plaster ceiling. When he slowed, he lessened his pressure on me, looked around, then released me, floating back to the floor to land gracefully on one foot.

I gaped. I hadn’t done that. He had.

In a blink I stood before him, breathing hard as I stared. Around him the glow of pink and gold swirled. “Julian you…my blood must have…are you okay?”

He pulled me into his arms and kissed me. When he’d nearly succeeded in distracting me, he stopped and cupped my face. “I haven’t felt this good in centuries. I feel…alive.”

Tears swam in my eyes as I took in the real color of his olive skin tone. I couldn’t stop touching him, to feel the warmth of his body and the steady flow of blood.

With a gasp of realization, I pressed an ear to his chest where he held me in place. Below his ribs, his beautiful heart sounded—not fast enough to be human, but far more than a freshly fed vampire.

“Charlotte,” he said, lifting my chin and shaking his head at my sobs as his fangs slowly extended in demonstration. “It won’t last. But that’s okay. Even a minute of this is a gift I never imagined. Thank you.”

Lydia set a cup of coffee on the corner of my lab station when she arrived the following morning. I inhaled the scent of caramel and grinned even as I surveyed the current sample I’d put beneath my microscope.

“Thanks for coming,” I said. I’d already been working for several hours by the time she’d arrived, even though it was still barely dawn.

“I thought you had the answers you needed,” she said, tugging on gloves. “You’ll be okay.”

“I know,” I agreed, switching samples. Then I paused to take a gulp of my latte. “There’s something else I’m looking at.”

The notion that the mating bond between Julian and myself might somehow either change or be changed by the absorption of fae and witch blood set me in a whole new direction after Julian’s change the previous night.

“Look.” I stepped aside so she could take my place, squinting through the microscope.

“What the hell, Doc? I don’t know what I’m looking at, but why is the blood…dancing?”

“It’s a sample of both mine and Julian’s, mixed. I know you can’t see the magic like I can, but the different signatures that were on mine when it was alone? They doubled when Julian’s was thrown into the mix.”

“What does this mean?” she asked, shifting focus to me with wide, black lined eyes.

“I think it means the mating bond amplifies the effects.” I folded my arms and swallowed down my embarrassment at discussing such an intimate thing before continuing. “It’s all new, and it’s not like I have anyone other than myself to use as a test, but I have a feeling that the more we share blood, the more whatever’s happening to me will happen to him.” The part I couldn’t admit out loud was that I’d been feeling more in control of my actions around him—other than magical chaos, since draining Bres and Merlin.

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