Between the two feet of distance that remained between them, he could see her lovely eyes clearly.The red stain had begun to leak out of her irises' standard light-brown color, less than the last time she woke.However, the bloodlust was still prominent but fading.
“You smell really good...delicious.”She licked her lips as she balled her fists at her sides as if she were trying to keep control of her needs.
Amaros knew her hold on it was tenuous.She didn’t have the developed strength to beat back the ferocious and aggressive inhuman being that she now was who needed to feed.Insatiably.
“Do I?”he kept his features neutral as he watched her.
With a hasty nod, she licked her lips again.“You smell like them...out there.”
Them.Humans.And they were back to one of the reasons she’d been pissed when he returned.His little angel had tried to get out and get to the decadent morsels calling to her base desire.
With the force of his mind, he sealed the door again with his power.Not because anyone would enter, not after he put his hands on his Vice for testing him, but to keep the volatile, unpredictable beauty before him within.
When he saw Michaela’s gaze shift briefly to the door, he knew she must have felt his power's minuscule and fleeting shift.He smiled.His mate.Even though they had not come together physically yet, they had shared serum, and that bond would continue to grow stronger.
He understood now that she would always struggle with being ‘locked in,’ but he would explain the necessity for now.“It is the only way to keep you and innocent people under our protection safe.”
Her brow puckered, and he knew Michaela didn’t fully understand her life and role as a Vampire, but that conversation could come later.
She gave a short nod, but it seemed to indicate her understanding of his actions more than her agreement.
“Why try and chase what you can’t have right now whenI’mright here for the take—?”
It was as far as his words got before she launched herself at him.She was all arms, legs, and teeth.
She moved fast, but he had no problems catching her svelte body against him.
Michaela wrapped herself around him, gripping him tight as she attempted to drag and stab her dull, short teeth through the skin of his neck, trying to get at his vein.However, their Vampire skin was impervious to her newly developed canines.Her repeated actions would have been comical if not for the heat of her body pressed against him.Her touch, even though clumsy, ignited desire.
“Blood,” she demanded.“Please...feed me...Amaros...”She nipped and licked over the thick, pulsing vein on the side of his neck.
The sound of his name sent an electric current from his heart to his cock that was dangerously close to bringing him to his knees.
She’d remembered.Quickly, he held her to him with one strong hand at the center of her back while he lifted his other and dragged the nail of his index finger along the skin of the opposite side of his neck.The blade of his sharp nail flayed open both flesh and vein.
“Consume me, little angel,” he rushed out.However, he didn’t need to guide his mate there because the pungent, coppery scent of blood had her shifting quickly to the other side.
Her mouth opened wide and spread over most of the side of his neck as she guzzled the thick substance from him.
She sucked, sucked, sucked, and his dick became harder with each draw.Feeling her lips on his neck was more erotic than the feel of her drawing from his wrist.However, it wasn’t news to him.He was an old enough Vampire who had been around for several centuries, and he’d had more feeding-sex than he would have been able to place a number on.Still, the thought of even his best carnal experience soured in comparison to having his mate's mouth and body on him.
Amaros didn’t only feel the devastatingly delicious desire to fuck course through his body, but it was the peace and rightness that being with Michaela caused.It was clear to him why even the thought of taking blood from the servants in such an intimate way had made him ill.Something he’d never experienced in his life.
No substitute could compare to the experience of Michaela’s heart beating and pounding against his chest in time with his or the soft touch of her strong hands or the piquant sweetness of her warm scent.Hell, fucking no, he didn’t want the artificial.
Michaela drove a hand into his hair and fisted his strands, pulling to keep his head angle just right for her as lusty moans filled his ears and mind.
A wicked smile curled his lips, loving the exhibition of her control.This would be the only area he’d give her even that tiny advantage.
Her other hand clutched his shoulder, tearing his shirt away while she squeezed her thighs around his hips as she began to rock against him.
Stop the ache,she pleaded, painting the front of his slacks with her wetness as she continued to arch her sex along his cock, searching...seeking.
Fuck.The groan rumbled from his core and out of his mouth as the heat of her sex pressed against his stiff cock.He needed her, but however lucid this evening, Michaela was still controlled by the bloodlust riding her hard.The maddening way she swallowed gulp after gulp of the human blood from his vein was proof.So, he would wait a little longer until the redness was completely gone from her eyes and she wasn’t actively feeding.
“Great Spirit, save me because I don’t know how much strength I have left,” he uttered.
Even though he couldn’t fuck her, he could still sate their lust.He slipped his left hand beneath his robe where it dangled below her and palmed the warm silk of one of her perfect ass cheeks while he held her back with his right.Keeping her steady, he shifted them to the side, and in a few steps, he had her pressed up against the closest surface, a wall.