Page 140 of Dark Flame
“My parents.”
His hand slips from my hair, the vein at his wrist gaining my attention. My gums throb again, this time with the memory of the taste of his blood. Craving strikes me, one driven by newly discovered bloodlust, not mortal curiosity.
“What—”
“Shh.” I turn his hand so the meaty part is facing me. “Later.”
And then I sink my fangs into his hand, this timetrulytasting him. Beneath the metal flavour, there’s power. A dominance that comes through his blood, demanding I drink, to never stop drinking.
He groans, shifting his hips, and makes another kind of craving quickly escalate. He mentioned no longer having to be gentle with me, so now I want proof of it.
“This feels fucking fantastic,” he groans. “I never imagined…”
He’s an old vampire; surely at some point over the centuries he would have drank from another?
I lift my fangs from his skin. “You’ve never…?”
“From them, yes,” he replies, and instantly I despise the unknown vampire who once had Alec’s mouth on them, “but never allowed them from me. Allowing another to feed from you is a vulnerability, and I never trusted anyone enough for that.”
His attention falls to his bleeding hand, his unspoken words louder than anything he could say. He lowers his hand to the side but disappointment doesn’t hover for long before he’s pulling me close and baring his neck.
Feed from here.
My fangs break the skin where his pulse, had he still had one, would beat.
As his blood flows into me, connecting us in other ways than anything prior, he brings my wrist to his mouth, his bite nothing more than a tickle. Any of that mortal discomfort at having my skin broken into is gone. Now, there’s nothing righter.
No one will ever touch you, Harlow. Idareanyone—witch, vampire, or otherwise—to attempt to take you from me again.
If someone tries, I’ll burn them alive. I don’t like the idea of you being harmed either.
He removes his teeth from my wrist and I pull away when his hands slide between us. My legs tighten around his waist and he unzips his pants before tearing mine.
Carina’s gonna kill you if you keep ruining her clothes.
I’ll buy her a whole fucking mall if it keeps her quiet, as long as I can keep doing this.
He braces at my centre before sliding cleanly in and—holy fuck.
He chuckles, and I realize my exclamation wasn’t only in my head.Different than before,he comments.
“Mhm.”So much more.
An intense amount more. I feel every little ridge of his cock sliding against my walls. Sex as an immortal feels like what I do after multiple orgasms as a mortal, when I’m hypersensitive and tight, any little movement able to shove me over the edge. As a vampire, I’m already on the edge, despite the increased stamina.
Show me how a vampire fucks, Alec.
My pleasure, Hellion.
Fifty-Nine
ALEC
Still inside her,I run her outside, not wanting her anywhere near what nearly happened tonight. That house was once a place where my sister and Cedric lived, and out of respect for Cora, I’d rather not fuck my mate inside it.
I take her a little way’s away to the edge of the thicket of trees and stretch her on the ground beneath the moon. Her skin, now paler than this morning, contrasts against the deep green of the grass. She’s never looked sexier, her natural beauty coupled with the vampiric quality of perfection. Even smudged from her brief meeting with death earlier.
I come down on top of her, linking my arms beneath her thighs to change the angle and stare into her face, unwilling to ever look away.
