Page 11 of The Biting Bargain

"Like giving blood?" I ask, which again triggers that smile on his face, with pearly white pins of his fangs showing in the corners of his mouth. It sends me into a kind of mental freefall. "Or maybe getting a shot…?"

"Not unfitting," he murmurs, leaning in. "There’ll be a little sting, but then..."

…but then...

I tense, my fear of needles and stings paralyzing me to the core. He looks at me in irritation, but then his warm, large hand slides to the back of my neck. The rough pad of his thumb strokes my skin gently, causing the rearing panic to calm down instantly.

"Don't be alarmed, little dove," he mutters, brushing aside my hair, exposing my neck.

"I'm not," I groan out, his coffee-black gaze pinning me in place. He keeps stroking the skin of the back of my neck, up and down, up and down, soothing me like a predator would soothe its prey right before going for the jugular.

I shouldn’t find this hot. I really, definitely, absolutely shouldn’t. But that dark and twisted and needy part within me purrs with desire.

I lick my lips. "I just don't like...needles."

That smile again, more sexy fangs showing. "Let me put your mind at ease. You'll like this a lot better than getting a shot."

The world slows down.

A strange numbness washes over my body. Almost naturally, my head falls back, exposing my throat. His lips graze my collarbone, sending hot tendrils of want through me.

Then there’s a sting.

He groans as he sinks his fangs into my neck. From far away I hear a whimper that is probably my own. But there’s no pain. On the contrary, that initial feeling of want seems to explode, grows exponentially fiercer as he draws the first sip of my blood.

My body is set aflame at once. I groan out, burning with desire, arching for him as he grips my neck tighter and drinks more, drinks and drinks, draining my life force out of me.

And it feels so good.

It feels like a passionate kiss. It feels like teetering at the brink of a violent orgasm. I’m overwhelmed by a tsunami of sensation, my nerve ends frizzing, and all of a sudden I need to be touched everywhere, need to be held down, and I groan some more as he pulls me closer, his mouth, fangs, lips all delicious suction on my neck. Before I know it I’m grinding against his thighs, scooting deeper into his lap, and another violent thrill shoots through me as I’m sensing a painfully hard resistance pressing between my legs, his hard length unrelenting against me, only separated by a wall of expensive fabric.

There’s no room for decorum left in my mind. I melt into his touch, his hand on my neck bending me for his use, his other hand in my lower back pressing me against his hard-on and all I can think is: more! I need more!

Pollyanna is gone. I’m just a mewling, whimpering puddle of need…

He stops. Everything stops. Sensation swirls back from the peak of euphoria and into the bland normalness of my body. I pant, staring as he detaches himself from me. My heart is hammering like a steam engine and I feel like I have just run a marathon…

There’s a small trickle of blood in the corner of his mouth. He dabs it away with his thumb, then his eyes zero in on me. They are not black anymore. That strange amber shimmer is stronger now, flooding his irises.

"I’m sorry…" he mutters, his voice low, almost a growl.

I pant, clinging to that fading tendril of euphoria slipping away from me.

"Why did you stop?"

"Because if I don’t stop now I’ll drain you completely, little dove."

He is breathing heavily. Whatever’s just happened between us, it’s affecting him. His eyes are two dark pools, deep and lethal and I’m about to plunge right in and chase that strange amber shimmer.

Whatever this is just now, I need… more.

"Please don't stop," I whisper.

ChapterFour

Vincent

I am a bad guy.

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