She snatched the bag from his hand and stared down at it, seeming confused.
He eased closer, gesturing to the bag. “If I may.”
She stood there and actually let him touch the bag and her hand.
He lifted her hand and the bag toward his face and lowered his head. He adjusted the bag and showed her how to drink from it, taking a sip himself. The coppery fluid slid down his throat. A tiny bit of blood ended up on his lower lip as he moved the bag, her hand still in his, toward her face. “Your turn.”
Ponytail Girl’s gaze locked on his mouth. She went to her tiptoes and pressed her lips to his, her tongue moving over his lip, taking the blood.
Vlad moaned, his entire body tightening with need. He had to focus to keep from lifting her and doing what his bodydesperately wanted to do. Liquid covered his hand and he realized then that he’d squeezed the bag of blood, causing blood to spill out and over his hand and Ponytail Girl’s.
She didn’t seem to care as she kept her mouth pressed to his. Her tongue moved from his lip into his mouth and he staggered back, tripping over the tray and falling rather unceremoniously onto his ass.
Ponytail Girl followed him down, putting her body over his, straddling his waist much like she’d done the first night they met. She was still holding the leaking bag of blood. She brought the bag to his lips and smeared blood over his lips.
“Lumini?a mea,” he said softly, trying to push the bag toward her. “You are who needs to feed.”
Her brow furrowed and he knew in that moment she was struggling—fighting through the darkness—trying to make sense of his words. “Drink.”
Her mouth covered his again and she licked the blood from him. He was torn between feeling like a mother bird and wanting to bury himself deep in the temptress on him.
She ground against him, moving from licking blood from his lips to kissing him.
His demon rejoiced.
Vlad tensed and broke the kiss. “Lumini?a mea,no. You need to feed, not… Not this.”
This is perfect, the demon said, clearly delighted with the turn of events.
Before Vlad could fully pull away, she slammed her mouth onto his more aggressively.
It took every ounce of his self-restraint to keep from flipping her onto her back and taking things further. Not to flip her beneath him and sink his fangs and other things into her.
He relaxed his mouth, fighting against returning the kiss. He wanted to, but he knew he had only so much willpower.
She dropped the bag of blood onto the stone floor and brought her blood-soaked fingers to his lips. She slid her fingers between their lips, getting blood into his mouth and hers.
His tongue naturally went to it and Ponytail Girl grinned against his mouth—wicked and wild. She moved her fingers, kissing him full on once more.
A partial groan, partial surrender fell free from him. His hands found her backside and his tongue greeted hers.
His demon’s laughter was the only thing that stopped Vlad from taking things to the next level. He stopped the kiss and laid perfectly still beneath Ponytail Girl.
She bit lightly at his lower lip, sending need straight to his groin. Her fangs pierced his flesh and the moment left Vlad torn between the desperate need to be in her and knowledge that this wasn’t natural. That the pull to her was dangerous. What if he lost control and harmed her?
We would never harm her!shouted his demon.
Ponytail Girl smeared the blood from her hand over his jawline and then his neck. She licked it from his skin, each swipe of her tongue driving him toward the edge of reasoning.
“Lumini?a mea, you are killing me,” he whispered, his hand sliding into her hair as he held her head to his neck. “When I insisted you feed, I did not mean like this.”
Shut up, Vlad. You are ruining everything,the demon stressed.
She kept going.
He found himself whispering the plea from earlier. “Doamne, ai mila de mine, caci sunt pierdut.”
“Do my eyes and ears deceive me or is Dracula the Great currently pinned beneath a fledgling, pleading with her to have mercy on him?” Lucian’s voice cut through the cell.