Page 12 of This Blood that Bonds Us
“Like what?” She blinked.
I used my finger to trace her jaw. “Like you want me to bite you.”
“I-I . . .” I grazed her inner thigh.
“Do you want me to bite you, Burns?”
She let me bring her wrist toward my lips with silent permission, and the world stilled. Her pulse.God, that sound.
My fangs slowly descended, and the venom coated my teeth. “Are you sure?”
“Yes.”
I savored the moment of surprise in her eyes when I let her wrist fall and threaded my fingers at the base of her neck. In a blink, my lips had found the rushing pulse at her neck, and I sank my teeth into her skin.
The taste of her blood was like ice water on a fire. Her human blood had fanned the inferno of longing of the thing inside my head, but this.Thiswas like a cool breeze in the heat of summer. Different than the queen’s blood had been. That had only left me wanting. Her blood was poison, and once it was gone, it left the aftereffects of a bad hangover.
I wasn’t sure how long I drank. Seconds? Minutes? Long enough for all the muscles in my body to relax. It was better than everything else. It was . . . satiating.
When I pulled away and rested my forehead against hers, I stared into her eyes. A different kind of longing lingered. I needed her under me, clawing at my back, saying my name. There was still something wild breaking through, only now it was directed at her.
“How do you feel?” she asked, breaths uneven.
In one motion, I pulled her under me and spread her knees apart, pinning her beneath me until her hips dug into mine and the pressure hurt. She let out a soft, breathy cry, and I placed my hand over her heart to soothe her. Her breath deepened as I kissed her neck.
The scent of her skin was intoxicating.
“So good, Burns. You taste so good.” My lips lingered at her pulse hammering below her ear.
Her panting. Her skin. Everything. I needed everything. Nipping at her skin, I needed more. More. More. More
“I need more,” I demanded as I peeled off her flannel, savoring the catch in her breath. Then her bra came off too.
“Aaron.” There wasn’t any fear in her voice. Only longing for me as she clutched at my hips, drawing me closer.
She was so beautiful beneath me I couldn’t stand it. I bit her shoulder, then her arm. Not enough to break the skin, but I wanted to sink into her in every way possible and never let go. I couldn’t stop touching her. There were no thoughts left in my head. Presley would be down any minute, but I just didn’t care.
She deserved way more than our first time to be in the back of a dirty, cold—not to mention stolen—car, but the unquenchable need to give her more of me was consuming, and every stuttering breath and whimper started a frenzy I wasn’t sure I could stop.
Licking her neck was a mistake. I bit her, and she gasped as I sank into her again. Her fingers tightened in my hair. Every beat of her heart sent fresh flowing blood into my mouth. It wassogood.
A crack sounded, and the window buckled under my hand. It brought me back into my own head, and panic rushed through me in one heated flush.
“It’s okay.” She held my face, stilling me. “You’re safe. I’m safe.”
“Are you okay?” Her blood was still fresh on my fingers as I surveyed her neck, but it was already closing.
She smiled with a blush on her cheeks. “More than okay. I’ll be even better if it actually worked. Do you feel better?”
“Yeah, I think so . . .”
I did feel better. The racing thoughts had stopped, and all I felt was her under me. Warm and perfect.
“I’m messing this up, aren’t I?”
“No, not at all. We’re just navigating this a day at a time.”
“I hate not feeling like myself.”
