Page 65 of Shifting Hearts 1
She shivered as he brushed his nose against the soft skin below her ear before inhaling deeply. She smelled like heaven when all he wanted to do was sin. He blew lightly against her pulse point, causing her to whimper.
“How old are you?” he asked.
“What?” She jerked.
“I asked how old you are.”
“I’m twenty?”
“Are you asking or telling me, angel?”
“I’m twenty,” she responded firmly.
“What kind of experience do you have? And don’t forget to call me, sir.”
“Wha… what do you mean?” she stammered.
A virginal blush bloomed across her cheeks. He barely stopped himself from touching her again.
“What else do you think I meant?” he asked coyly. “And if I have to remind you to call me ‘sir’ one more time, you will be punished.”
Her heartbeat was a constant barrage to his eardrums, beating in a way that he would hear long after tended. His thirst for her caused his fangs to descend fully, making him dangerous.
How delicious her blood would be as it slid down his throat, like lemonade on the hottest day. More intriguing was how sweet her pussy would taste as she gushed on his chin.
“Your job experience, angel?”
“Oh, that kind of experience!” She wrinkled her nose and giggled nervously. “I’m sorry, sir.”
As he raised his eyes to hers, a strangled noise caught in her throat. They were going nowhere fast.
“When did you arrive in the city?” he asked as he scratched his beard.
“Yesterday.”
Fuck me!
“I’m a fast learner, sir,” she assured him.
“I knowwhatyou are,” he spat.
“I… I…” she stammered as she desperately tried to put space between them, but he caged her against the desk.
He loomed over her menacingly as he barred his teeth. “Why don't you make this easy on yourself and tell me why you're here.”
Her voice trembled as she asked a question that no one had before. “Does it hurt?”
“Do you want me to show you?”
She exhaled slowly and nodded. He chuckled darkly and lowered his mouth to the crook of her neck. She shivered as he grazed her delicate skin with his fang.
“See,” he whispered. “They don't hurt.”
He swirled his tongue, tasting the sweetness of her skin. She tested every bit of his self-control as she moaned, making his dick twitch. Jas would need to feed that evening and he was pissed because he knew that they wouldn’t compare to her—no one would ever compare to her.
“I’d sit still if I were you, unless you want me to sink my teeth into you. Deep down, I think the prospect excites you. Doesn’t it?” he whispered against her skin as she shook her head. “Let’s not start lying to each other now, angel. I can smell your wet, hot excitement. If I reached up your skirt, I know you’d be soaking wet. Answer honestly, have you ever felt aroused before?”
“Once,” she squeaked as he blew on the spot just beneath her ear.
