Page 25 of Newly Undead in Dark River

“Look, I'm sorry. Your help is appreciated, thank you. You're right, a tiger would have scared me.”

Brody shrugged. “Wanna see it anyway? It's pretty impressive.”

I shook my head vehemently. My heart was already racing a million miles an hour, well for a vamp, so I didn't think I could take much more of a fright. “Maybe some other time.” I tried to draw my eyes back to his face, completely against their will and my more amorous judgment. My fangs punched out, and I groaned with embarrassment. I was like a teenage boy, every lustful thought and out they popped.

“Unless you want to be my midnight snack, you better put a shirt on,” I mumbled around my fangs. They really did make it hard to talk, unless you practiced. No wonder Dracula had a dumb accent, it was like a lisp, only more painful. I deep breathed and worked on getting them retracted. Angeline had been helping me practice this on my lunch breaks. I looked up and noticed that Brody was still shirtless. “I'm serious, Brody. I have really poor impulse control.”

He cocked his head, his gaze intense. “Well, stop denying yourself.”

My fangs popped out again as I processed what he said slowly. I think I must have heard it wrong.

“Pardon me?” I was drifting toward him, though I don't think I took a physical step. A haze had come down on my brain, and the haze was a mixture of hunger and lust.

“I want you to bite me.”

I looked in his eyes, hard, to make sure he wasn't joking, and that he was in his right mind.

“I can't. I've never, you know, with anyone who wasn't a vamp. What if I hurt you?” Or drained him dry. All I could hear was the steady thump, thump, thump of his heart, and even now my tenuous control was slipping.

“I trust you. Besides, I'm not completely defenseless. If you get carried away, I can stop it.” He stared down at me. Somehow I was only inches from his face.

“Are you sure?” I whispered. He nodded, and that was enough.

It took cast-iron resolve to not just launch myself at him bodily. Instead, I eased him back on the couch and straddled his hips. I twisted his hair in my fingers and slid his head to the side. I poised my mouth over his throat, and sucked gently, raising the blood to the surface. As my teeth punctured through the thin skin of his neck, I came. It was embarrassing and unexpected, but I didn't care. My lips suctioned against his skin, and I drew his sweet blood into my mouth with every thump of his heart.

Little moans of pleasure tickled deep in my throat. This was incredible. If bagged blood was like a frozen dinner, then blood from the neck of another vamp was like your Mom's home cooking. But this, this was something else. Drinking from Brody was like dining in the world's finest restaurant. His blood was hot and sweet, with a hint of magic that buzzed on my tongue.

I could hear Brody moan, and he was grinding against me. I was so blissed out by the taste of him that I was hardly aware of my body. I could feel his hands roaming over me, touching my breasts and my ass, pulling me down harder into his lap, but these sensations were secondary for the ecstasy that was happening in my mouth, in my body as his blood ran through my veins.

His heart thumped faster and faster, and then he let out a grunt as his body spasmed. A little voice in my head told me it was time to stop, and I pushed the thought to the front of my brain. With every ounce of resolve I knew I had, and some serious control that came as a surprise, I loosened my grip on his neck and let him go. I sealed the wound with my tongue and rocked away. My body felt languid and full. The hunger in me was sated for the first time in weeks. I collapsed against Brody's chest.

“Are you okay?” I mumbled.

“Tired, and woozy, but okay. You?”

“I don't think I've ever been better than I am right now. I feel like the bloodlust is gone.”

Brody stood up and wobbled on his feet. I put out a steadying hand. I felt lethargic and buzzed all at the same time. I could have picked Brody up and carried him to bed with no more effort than as if he were a kitten. I decided against it because he didn't seem like the kind of guy who would appreciate that.

“It's the magic in my blood that makes you feel satisfied. It's not like that with humans.” That was reassuring to know, because for a moment there, I could empathize with the rabid vampires of old, drinking their way through whole towns.

The fact that I could empathize with such a horrifying notion filled me with shame, but I turned my face away so Brody wouldn't see. I wrapped an arm around his waist and helped him into the bedroom. He shed his clothes and hopped under the covers, allowing gravity to do most of the work.

I shed my nightgown and slid in beside him. We'd just dry humped each other into completion; the time for modesty was gone, in my opinion. I don't know what inspired Brody to offer himself like a lamb to the slaughter, but I was glad he did. I gave myself a pat on the back for my control, though the feel of it still scared me. I imagined it was how heroin addicts felt, always chasing that high. I worried that drinking bagged blood would never be satisfying again.

He spooned himself around me, and within seconds, he was snoring away, his long black hair tickling my face. There was something about the quick beat of his heart that lulled me into a near trance state. Maybe it was like the purring of a cat, or the sound of the rainforest. Whatever it was, it calmed my racing mind. I closed my eyes, and let his warmth drag me down into a blissful sleep.

Chapter Ten

Iwas a woman obsessed. Not with Brody, though he did look positively delicious lying naked on my bed, his arms tucked under his cheek and his delightful ass bared to the world. His hair played over the muscles of his back, and I wanted to run my fingers through it.

No, what had me transfixed was the way his pulse ticked away in the long column of his throat. Thump. Thump. Thump. I couldn’t drag my eyes away.

“You gotta stop looking at me like I’m breakfast,” he grumbled, and my eyes shot to his face. Whoops. Busted.

“I, uh, was watching…” Yeah, I had nothing. “You just tasted really nice, and now I can’t get enough.”

He rolled over and stretched; finally, my eyes moved from his throat considerably lower. Like real, real low.

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