Page 35 of Hunting His Vampire Mate

“You’d have to give me your blood, too. To seal the bond, I mean. We wouldn’t know for sure until then.”

“Right,” Danny replied. “But what if that just ends up being kind of weird and kinky and doesn’t do much else?”

“That’s what you’re worried about?”

Danny grimaced, flashing another wary glance down at my wrist, like it might turn the tables and bitehimat any moment. Enough of an answer.

“Then I’d still love you. I don’t need some mystical destiny bullshit to tell me how I feel.”

Danny nodded, a bit of tension relaxing in his shoulders.

“But just in case… I thought you should know. If I’m right, then this means there’s no going back. I’m all in, if you are.”

“I’m all in, too,” Danny replied, looking back up at me. He didn’t seem as nervous anymore. Instead, when he fixed me with his dark eyes, there was a naked need in them I’d never seenbefore. “I don’t want anything else. You’re already in my head in all the ways that matter.”

“Then quit being an asshole and bite me,” I told him.

Our exchange had chased away any lingering traces of fear I might’ve otherwise felt at the prospect of offering my blood to him. And it seemed that it had for him too. Because Danny didn’t need any more encouragement.

His fangs came back out, and my breath hitched a bit, watching his canines sharpen and elongate. I’d spent years feeling nothing but fear and hatred for vampires, but I could barely even remember the reasons why at this point. He was so fucking beautiful. And somehow, the fangs seemed like a part of him—like they always must’ve been there. It made himmoreDanny, not less.

He pulled my wrist up to his lips. We locked gazes. Then he sank his needlepoint-sharp fangs into me, so delicately that he just barely broke the skin.

There was a flash of pain. I’d expected that and I’d taken far worse over the last five years. I didn’t even flinch.

Danny hesitated, watching my expression like a hawk, as though he was fully prepared to stop at any moment, even with fresh blood welling in front of his face. Whatever he saw in my expression when I gazed back at him seemed to banish the last traces of his doubt. Because he put his lips over the wound and began to drink.

Tobias had explained that being fed on can be pleasurable, but he’d undersold the experience by fucking country mile. I was prepared for it to be—at most—perhaps a little bit pleasant. I would’ve gladly settled for not excruciatingly awful, too.

So I wasn’t prepared for the rushing jolts of tingly pleasure that went straight from my wrist to my cock. Abruptly, with his soft lips on my wrist, gently swallowing gulp after gulp of myblood, it felt like every single nerve ending in my body was being caressed by him.

I blinked in surprise and let out a soft gasp.

More electricity shot through me, and my gasp became a groan of pleasure. My cock became so hard it ached.

Danny pulled back, his gaze smoldering. There was a thin trickle of blood on his chin. My blood—the very stuff that beat through my heart, giving me life—was inside of him now, sustaining him. Filling every part of him completely.

“You don’t need to stop,” I rasped out. “You can keep going.”

“I don’t want any more of your blood right now,” Danny’s voice was husky, and his fangs were gone. “I want—I mean—I’m—”

He swallowed, glancing down. I followed his gaze and saw that he was taking in the bulge in my jeans. I let my gaze travel and saw that he was suffering from a very, very similar problem.

“I want to—um—” He glanced back up at me, as though he was gauging my reaction. Trying to see if I was on the same page. “Look, I want to. But I’ve never—”

He broke off again, looking a little flustered, like he wasn’t sure what to do next. “Erm. How do we…?”

“I’m going to kiss you again,” I told him, very deliberately setting the gun down. “And then we’ll go from there. Deal?”

He nodded enthusiastically, his eyes lighting up. “Yeah, okay. That works.”

I grabbed him by the belt with one hand and pulled him against me. With my other hand, I circled his waist protectively. His body, slimmer than mine, but still hard with muscle, felt perfect pressed up against me. Like he’d always belonged there, in my arms.

He let out a soft sigh, his lips parting ever so slightly.

I leaned down and kissed him. He tasted of copper, but it wasn’t a turn-off. The opposite, in fact. A reminder that I wasalready inside of him in the most quintessential way possible. His lips parted further, and I swept his mouth with my tongue.

He returned the kiss, making it dirtier, needier.

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