Page 20 of Snowed in with the Vampire Prince

Gripping the knife in my hand, I returned to his motionless body and dropped to my knees beside him.

Don’t think about it. Just do it, I instructed myself.

After only another moment’s hesitation, I sliced my palm open with the knife, sucking in a huge gasp as fiery pain engulfed my hand, even though it wasn’t even half as bad as the burns had been. Ruby red droplets of blood welled up in the wound.

I held my hand over his mouth and dripped my blood onto his lips.

“Come on,” I whispered. “Please don’t be dead.”

His mouth opened ever so slightly. Then he licked his lips. Very slowly, his eyes opened, and his gaze locked with mine.

“What are you doing?” he managed. Each word sounded like it cost him more than the last. “Don’t hurt yourself!”

“It’s already done. Drink,” I instructed him, pressing my hand directly to his mouth.

He animated then, grabbing my wrist with both hands so I couldn’t pull away. And he began to suckle my wound, drinking deeply of my blood. But his smoldering amber gaze never left mine.

You’d think that it would be painful to be fed on. Or, at the very least, like it would have been one of those things that should have been way more enjoyable for him than for me. But then you’d be wrong. A feeling almost like electricity began to build within me, igniting every single nerve ending in my body with pleasure.

I couldn’t help it. A moan tore free from my lips.

I don’t know how it happened, but I found myself on top of him, straddling him. I exposed my neck, an offering I hadn’t wanted to make only moments ago. But now, somehow, I wanted nothing more than to feel him penetrate me. I wanted to give myself over to him.

He definitely noticed. He dropped my hand and pushed himself up. I saw that the wound on his neck was already halfway healed. He leaned in so close to me that if he’d been a human man, I would have felt his warm breath on my neck. He put both of his powerful hands on my back to steady me.

But then he pulled back, hesitant, and there was a question in his eyes as he looked up at me. Then I remembered that he’d told me he wouldn’t feed without consent from his partners.

“Do it,” I commanded, exposing my neck. “I trust you.”

He nodded, the smolder in his eyes becoming a full-blown inferno. Then I felt his lips on the skin of my throat. It was followed by a pain that was sharp, sudden, searing, and over in an instant. It gave way to a delicious, languid pleasure that spread through every part of me. More electricity soared through every nerve ending in my body.

I let out another moan, much louder than the first.

With his powerful arms wrapped around me, holding me fast, I didn’t feel unsafe. I felt protected. Cherished. And the act of giving myself to him swept away everything else, all of my fears, all of the pain and horror I had experienced tonight. Being with Pierce in this way was sweet, intoxicating, and delicious. No one had ever needed me quite as he did at that moment.

When he pulled back, I only wanted to bring him in closer again. I wanted him to keep going.

“No more,” he whispered, meeting my eyes. His lips were stained red with my blood. “I don’t want to hurt you. My brave, foolish human. I’ll never hurt you. I swear it.”

Then he stripped off his sweater and tossed it aside, revealing a muscular chest that made my mouth go dry with desire. Very deliberately, his eyes still locked with mine, he used the nail of his index finger to make a small scratch on his chest, a line of blood so dark it was nearly black flowing in its wake. “I want you to drink me too. Only a taste.”

He didn’t need to tell me twice. I nuzzled against him, pausing for only a moment to note, with a rush of pleasure, that the bite wound to his neck was already healed. Then I lapped at the thin trickle of blood from his chest, where he’d scratched himself. It tasted delicious, sweet, and intoxicating, more like spiced wine than blood.

It was his turn to moan this time.

“Fuck,” he whispered. “Yes.”

Then the room fell away from us. I know he felt it too because all of a sudden, I was extremely aware of his mind, pressed up right against mine like it had been there all along.

A blood bond. The way he said it, filled with awe, made me fiercely happy. It only took me a heartbeat to realize that his lips hadn’t moved, that he hadn’t spoken aloud.

I can feel you, I replied, unable to keep the wonder from my voice, even though I was also speaking without saying a single word aloud. Does this happen every time?

It sometimes happens during blood-sharing, but it’s very rare. It’s never happened to me before.

Later, I knew that I would ask many questions. But now, with his strong body beneath me, I wanted to be touched by him, to see the pleasure in his eyes as he took his fill of me. My cock was rock hard, and every inch of my body ached for him.

I felt him sense all of that. And I sensed his desire in return, his need. He had been alone for a very long time. So very, terribly alone.

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