Page 57 of Just One Bite
“What if you take my blood?”
I blink a few times and lift my head. “Did you just offer to let me bite you?”
“Yes. People in The Donor Program give blood all the time. I’ve seen it.”
I fully sit up and run my hands through my hair until the world stops wobbling. I’ve never had someone offer their blood to me before. Not even my previous girlfriends. Most of them were in The Donor Program, and there are strict rules and appointments in the program. They donate, so often they can’t spare any blood. They also take special supplements to aid in increased blood cell production. It’s a normal thing to see someone drinking from their source. Not suggestive, really, unless it’s a couple making out in the bathroom and tapping a neck vein. Mostly, it’s a simple wrist bite. Some opt to donate through blood bags only.
“I’ve never drank from a human before,” I admit.
“Do you have that Quik-Recover? I still have some variations I want to practice, and we need to be in class in thirty minutes.”
“I do, but …” I stare into her eyes. “Just like that? You’re not even scared?”
“I gave more than enough blood to Darien, and that was without my consent. Giving you some to carry out your day isn’t any different.”
“Yeah, but there are rules. Regulations.”
“I didn’t think you of all people would care about rules.”
“I don’t, but I’ve been drinking from blood bags all my life. I don’t know what to expect.”
“Are you saying no?”
She’s set and doesn’t look the least bit nervous. Now my beautiful fake girlfriend is offering me her blood? Is she a dream? It’s almost like she’s been crafted for me, then found her way into my bed. The smell of her blood is engrained in my mind, and remembering our time in the maze has me focusing on the pumping of her blood just below the surface. Her heart is fluttering, and her scent has me licking my teeth.
“No. Take off your shoes,” I say.
I draw her toward me.
“My shoes?”
“Yeah, I don’t like shoes on my bed.”
“It’s not like I’ll be rolling around in your bed.”
I laugh. “You might.”
She undoes the straps on her heeled sandals, and I stare at her legs between her skirt and her socks. Once she moves to sit next to me, she calmly places her wrist in my lap.
“Don’t take too much.”
She does trust me. I swear the pain in my skull dissipates a little. I lift her wrist to my lips and savor the pulse there. “I won’t hurt you. Tell me to stop if it’s too much.”
Her heart hammers, and she shakes her head. Something charged moves through the air. The little switch in my brain has me forgetting all about the ache in my body.
There’s only Olivia and her sweet blood, ready for me to take.
A flash of euphoria zings through my veins when my teeth enter her skin. Her blood is hot on my tongue, and a soft whimper escapes her throat. I almost stop, thinking I’ve hurt her, till the fingers of her other hand grip my thigh and the smell of her arousal hits me.Fuck.
Heat spreads through me. Her heat. Her blood. And I drink deeper. The taste is indescribable. It’s better than anything I could have imagined fresh blood tasting like. And it’s even better because it’s Olivia’s blood.
I don’t realize I’m hauling her into my lap till she’s there. Skin on skin.
She’s willingly giving herself. The thought draws a groan from my throat, and she leans into me, her breaths slowing.
This blood is mine. I won’t let anyone else taste her like this again. Hermuscles loosen while mine get stronger. She’s emptying herself for me, allowing me to take all I need. I have to protect her.
I lap at the wound on her wrist with my tongue. Savoring. Tasting. Her cheeks are flushed while she watches me. This turns her on like it does me.
