Page 30 of The Kill

Her blood tastes like sunshine as it hits the back of my throat and leaves a trail of scorching heat throughout my body. I’ve never experienced anything like it.

I loom over her, dusting her neck and jaw with kisses, showing her how precious she is as she comes down from her high and slowly blinks her eyes open. Staring up at me in stunned surprise, she sighs happily as I release her hands and my fingers drift down, tickling her palms, wrists, the inside of her elbows, then skipping down to hold her waist gently.

“Was that okay?” I’m desperate to know that she wasn’t scared, that I didn’t take too much and make her dizzy, because while I feel strong and vital, it’s not worth it if she’s weak and nauseous.

“Was that okay?” she repeats. “That was amazing!” I can’t help grinning as a dazed, tipsy-looking smile spreads across her face until her features darken suddenly. “You ever do that with anyone else, and I’ll kill you.”

She laughs, but she’s only half-joking as she tries to sit up but can’t with me looming over her.

“Nobody else could taste like you. Perfect.” I kiss her nose. She settles back against the hard surface, and her eyelids drift shut. She looks tired, and I wonder whether she slept at all last night. It didn’t escape my notice that she barricaded the door again, probably rightfully worried I’d try to break in. Giving me some of her blood won’t have helped her energy levels.

My teeth ache, pressing behind my lips, my wolf eager for his turn to sink them into the delicate skin of my mate’s neck. It would be so simple. I could claim her as mine, tie her to me forever and drown myself in her luscious body every day for the rest of my life.

Eventually, she’d forgive me. Hopefully. It’s a chance I’m very close to taking. But even as I try to convince myself that the way she reacted to me means she wants to be mine, I know this is the mate bond and not really Mandy making a decision. Not yet.

Scooping her up in my arms, I smile when her eyes fly open and her fingers cling to my t-shirt, right over my pounding heart.

“Shh. You need to rest. I’m just going to tuck you in, I promise.”

Nodding, she relaxes and snuggles into me, her palm flat against my chest as I climb the stairs and open the door to her bedroom. As I carefully lower her to the bed and pull the blankets over her curled-up body, she murmurs sleepily, and I lean closer so I can hear what she says.

“What happens now?” Mandy whispers, a look of pure content on her beautiful features. I kiss her forehead and stand, reluctantly letting go of her hand as I step back from the bed to take one final look over my gorgeous mate before I leave.

“Now, my mate, we get our revenge.”

18

MANDY

Feeling refreshed and deliciously satisfied, I wake up in my bed alone.

Sitting up, I stretch my arms up above my head and practically purr in happiness. My legs ache from quaking, and my stomach muscles are sore from the multiple orgasms I thought were a myth.

Turns out, I just needed a vampire to deliver them.

Smiling, I climb from the bed and pad into the bathroom, switching on the taps in the giant clawfoot tub. Emptying bath salts into the steaming water, I sit on the edge and swirl them around, hoping something in here is good for sore muscles.

My fingertips find the tiny puncture wounds on my neck, and I shiver, remembering exactly how good it was to have Tyson’s teeth buried there. Each pull, as he took his fill, felt like it was connected directly to my core, each suck like he was sucking my clit. I can feel myself getting hot and flustered just thinking about it.

Clenching my thighs, I let my head fall back, and I chuckle, giddy at the prospect of trying it again tonight. When I let my mind wander, imagining what it would be like to get bitten with him inside me. I moan just at the thought, knowing instinctively that even though it should be impossible, it’ll be even better.

Tyson made it clear though, that’ll only happen if I’m ready to be marked, because there'll be no going back. I’m excited, but also nervous; I have a feeling that if he feeds from me again, I’ll be begging for his cock, and we’ve barely scratched the surface of getting to know each other.

I turn up the cold tap, deciding maybe I need a cool shower to calm down my raging libido. Getting marked because I’m blissed out and horny isn’t a great plan. Slipping off my crumpled dress, and briefly wondering where I left my panties, I climb into the water and sink below the surface.

Choosing some expensive body wash, I lather myself as I lounge in the water, dreamily picturing his handsome face smiling down at me, smug and self-satisfied as I laid on the dining room table. Cheeks heating, I grin as I remember him carrying me upstairs and setting me down gently on the bed. He was so sweet as he tucked me in, kissing me gently like I was the most precious thing in the world.

But… What did he say?

Revenge. SHIT. Revenge?

Groaning, I rest my head back on the lip of the tub and curse, slapping the surface of the water in frustration. Just when I finally thought we were on the same page, Tyson has to turn all plotting, evil-bad-guy again.

Because he definitely said revenge. And if I remember correctly, he sounded quite happy about it.

19

TYSON

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