Page 18 of Watch Me Turn
He strokes my cheek, then his hand falls away. He touches his own throat. Slides them down to feel the hollow at the base of his neck, and I can practically see the gears turning in his head.
I laugh. "You want me to feed from you? You're joking, right?"
"Maybe." A mischievous smile tugs at the corner of his mouth. "Maybe not. Maybe I'm curious."
"Why? Wasn't one vampire bite enough for you?"
He cocks an eyebrow. "I don't remember the first one. But I'm pretty sure whoever bit me wasn't half as beautiful as you. Sophia, would it be so terrible? I'm only human for a little while longer, and I'll never get another chance like this."
My voice wavers. "I don't know. You're still so feverish, and I'd be scared I'd hurt you."
"You won't. You're here to protect me, remember?"
But God, I want to. The thought alone makes my fangs ache. I can smell the heat of the fever on his skin, sweet and sour, mixing with whatever traces of humanity are left in his blood. It would be so easy to lean in, to sink my teeth into him.
But it's not real.
The only reason he even wants me to do this is because we kissed and now my aphrodisiac laced venom is currently working its way through the last human parts of him and making him crave me. Making him want to give himself up to me. It's instalust on a chemical level. Supernatural roofies that make him want to offer up his throat like a sacrifice.
He brings my hand up to his throat as my resolve wavers. Who am I to deny a dying man his last wish?
Maybe just a taste.
"Okay," I say with a swallow. "Just a little."
His eyes glaze with anticipation. And like a polite little snack, he sits up straighter and presents himself to me. His breath grows shallow as his heart pounds like a kick drum.
I lean in slowly and trace my fingers over his neck, and he tilts his head to the side, exposing the long line of his throat.
My fangs descend fully, and I know my eyes are glowing yellow. The color they go when I fight, feed, and fuck. Like two pinpricks of candlelight flickering in the hazy light of the chamber.
"You're sure?" I whisper against his skin.
He nods, and when I look up, his eyes are squeezed together tightly. His teeth gritting as he winces in anticipation.
"Here goes nothing."
I stick out my tongue and lick an X to mark the spot.
Then I bite him.
He gasps as I sink into the soft flesh of his neck. His whole body going rigid beneath me as his hands fly to my thighs and pull me down against him hard enough to bruise. It's a pleasant feeling to know every part of him is hard because of me. I grind against him to confirm, and he twitches and swells against my thigh in response. Judging by what I can feel, there's a good reason he's so cocksure.
As the molten heat of his blood floods my mouth, a pleasing warmth floods to the place between my legs that's desperate to feel more of him inside me.
He tastes delicious, but the flavor is a little different from regular human blood. There's a strange duality to it—still warm and rushing with mortal vitality, but underneath there's something vampiric. Something dark and electric and ancient. Something earthy and rich.
A muffled moan escapes my lips. I'm embarrassed, but I'm unable to stop myself whimpering. The blood is intoxicating. Addictive. Every pull sends a shockwave of sensation through my entire being. Wave after wave of pleasure so intense it borders on pain.
His hands are everywhere. One moment they're around my waist. Pawing at my hips. Under my shirt and cupping my breasts. The next they're sliding into my hair and pulling at it.
I have to stop. I can't take too much. Not when there's so much on the line.
He groans a low warning, and it rumbles through his throat. A signal to warn me that my time is running out.
My fangs pulse with need as I detach and pull back, licking his wound shut with my healing venom. I've hardly spilled a drop, but I clean his neck anyway. Running my tongue along his skin and feeling his weakened pulse push against it. When I'm done, I plant a tiny, tender kiss on the place I bit, leaving a red lip print in blood behind.
I lick my lips clean as I sit up. He's lying with his eyes closed, his chest rising and falling slowly. A tiny, contented smile on his lips.
