“Companions. Is that what we are?” she asked.
Being this close to her, his entire body hummed with need. “We could be so much more.”
She drifted toward him. “I’d like that.”
He took her mouth with his, gripping her hip with one hand and cupping the back of her neck with the other. She moaned into his mouth and clutched his shoulders, the sound vibrating into his throat and shocking his heart with enough electricity to send him into cardiac arrest.
His heart didn’t stop, but his dick hardened into a rod. He had no clue how a shifter could make a vampire his mate, but right now, he didn’t care. He needed her like he’d never needed anything before. “Bite me,” he whispered against her lips.
She sucked in a sharp breath and pulled back to look into his eyes. “Are you sure?”
His grip tightened on her hip. “No glamour. I want to feel everything.”
“Have you ever been bitten?” Her voice was breathless.
“No, not that I’m aware of.”
She let out a slow exhale as if relishing the idea of being his first. “Let’s go inside. If your feelings for me are remotely close to mine for you, my bite will lead to other things…things I would rather do in private.”
A warm shiver ran through his body at her words, and she took his hand before they darted through the gardens, into the mansion, and up the stairs to her room. Lilith closed the door and shoved him against it, her body melting into his, her lips grazing his neck.
“I’ve wanted you since the moment I saw you.” She trailed her tongue from his shoulder to his ear and nipped his lobe.
His skin turned to gooseflesh. “To drink or to fuck?”
An mmm resonated in her throat. “Both…and more.”
Sweet Lucifer’s testicles, this woman was hot. Her curves fit perfectly against his frame. Her luscious minty, floral scent made his head spin. Her voice was the most beautiful melody to ever reach his ears. She might have been a siren leading him to his death, but at this moment, it didn’t matter. He would take pleasure in his demise.
“I care for you, Spencer. Do you care for me?”
“More than you know.” He slid his hands down to grip her ass, and she pressed her hips into his.
“Then my bite will be an aphrodisiac, an orgasm in itself. Perhaps we should save it for the end. I’d hate for things to…finish…before we get started.”
Good idea. That would be a blow to his small ego he might not recover from. Spencer Monroe, the normal guy who won Lilith’s heart, who came in his pants at the first bite. No, thank you.
“Shifters recover quickly, so you don’t have to worry about my performance.”
“I wasn’t trying to say?—”
He caught her mouth with his, brushing his tongue against hers before continuing. “But I would like to savor you before you blow my mind.”
She flashed a sinful smile. “And I you.”
“Besides…” He grabbed one thigh and then the other, lifting her and wrapping her legs around his waist. “Nice guys always finish last in the bedroom. It’s the polite thing to do.”
He laid her back on the bed and slid his hand from her throat downward, between her breasts to her stomach. She arched into his touch, and he gripped her thighs, positioning himself between them before tugging his shirt over his head.
“Oh, my.” Lilith’s pupils constricted, and she looked at him like she wanted to eat him. “Aren’t you scrumptious?”
She sat up and traced her cool fingertips along his stomach, following the outlines of his muscles. “Your physique is sinful.” Pressing her lips below his navel, she popped the button on his jeans and slid the zipper down.
His senses heightened. He could feel the metal teeth as they disengaged two by two, and as her lips drew nearer to the prize, fire shot through his veins. Mine, his owl said in his mind.
Yes. Yes, she would be.
He gripped the hem of her shirt and pulled upward, trying to remove the damn thing, but it wouldn’t budge. He tugged at the sides, the front, and the back. “What in Hell’s name?”
