Page 29 of Bite of Passage
“Why can’t you make more vampires?”
“No one knows.Maybe a curse or poison or something on our kind.If by some miracle you did turn, that would be bad.”
“Bad for me or bad for you?”
“There was a vampire here last night to remind me how much I can’t do a single fucking thing with you.If I bite you…if I turn you into one of us, terrible things are foretold to happen.”
“There’s a foretelling aboutme?”
He glanced her way.“There are other more powerful vampires who want to capture and torture you.They want to bite you to see if they can turn you.Go through the mirror glass and don’t come back.I put it back up over there.”He pointed.
“How do they know I’m here?I’m not from here.”She sat on the bed’s edge.
“A witch saw your arrival.”
“How do you know it’s me they’re talking about and not someone else?”
“I’m the central figure in the prophecy.No one else who fits the other parts of the foretelling has shown up until you.”He pointed a shaky finger at the mirror a second time and whispered, “Get the hell out of here.”
His hands never shook.Not until this woman pushed the limits of his control.
She got off the bed, but instead of running for her life, she walked to him.“Did you kill Dylan or does he need to go back with me?”
“He’s no longer a concern.”His words sounded slurred.
She swallowed hard.“He died because of me.”
“One of you was going to die.Be glad it was him and not you.”
“I’ve never been the reason someone else died.Well, other than that wizard, but he didn’t seem like a nice person.I’m not sure how I feel about Dylan.He was a doctor at the hospital where I work.Are you okay if I keep the crystal?It’ll remind me of you.”
It’d saved him a time or two when fighting a demon, but he had other, more powerful crystals.“It belonged to my father, my biological father.It’s all I have left of him.”
She started to take it off.“Oh, I couldn’t?—”
He held up his hand.“Keep it.You need to…go.”
“I don’t have anything to give you to remind you I’m real.Oh—” She removed a ring from her right hand.“This is the last thing I have from my parents.I never knew them.They were in an accident and died when I was about four.I was raised by foster families.”She wrapped his hand around it.“I want you to have it.I value it above anything else I own.”
He held the ring tight in his hand and sat hard on the bed.
She sat next to him.
His accent thickened.“What are ye doing?Did ye not ken the whole being in danger?Faigh air falbh… Go from me or I’m going to lose it on ye.”
“You’re not going to bite me.I kind of feel like you need this.”Her arms came around him.She squeezed with her head against his shoulder and didn’t let go.He let her hold him.Had anyone ever sat next to him and hugged him?Not that he remembered.He wasn’t huggable.
As she released him her hand traced along his jaw.She angled her body toward him and traced his lips with her fingers.She whispered in a soothing tone, “Don’t freak out on me.I can’t resist.There’s something about you…”
Her tiny hands held his head in place as she brought her lips against his.
Shocked, he remained motionless while her soft, warm lips kissed him once, twice, then three times.
Her small tongue darted against the seam of his lips.She teased them apart and licked against one of his sensitive canines.Shockwaves tore through him.
Tumbling off the edge.
With a moan, he slid his palm to fit against the back of her head and angled her, opening his mouth to draw her inside.Tongues teasing each other, she rotated to straddle his lap.Her hands tangled in his hair as she kept kissing him and began gyrating on his lap.
