James spoke, breaking me out of my trance. “I have to leave soon.”
I pressed a kiss to the hickey on his neck, feeling him shudder against me. “Do you really?”
He squirmed, a low growl emanating from his chest. I shifted my leg closer, the evidence of his arousal pressing into my thigh. “Oh believe me, love—I don’twantto. I need to eat.”
His chain still wrapped around my index finger, I pulled back to meet his eyes, falling into the faint hint of red still lingering there. It hadn’t faded completely since last night at the bar.
I worried my bottom lip as I considered my next words. “What if?—”
“No,” he interrupted. “I won’t ask that of you.”
“You’re not asking; I’m offering.” I dropped the chain, flattening my palm against his hard chest and guiding him onto his back. I straddled his lap, my finger trailing down his sternum. “I’masking. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t curious.”
He didn’t respond, which told me he was considering it. His large hands glided up my thighs, coming to rest on the cotton covering my hips.
“What’s it like?” I pressed.
He smiled and thumbed the scar on my earlobe, where I’d let a long-ago piercing heal over. “Do you remember how that felt?”
“I did it myself with an ice cube and a sewing needle,” I said dryly. “So, yeah, I remember.”
“Teenagers,” he said, rolling his eyes. “Anyway, it feels like that, though likely less painful than a home job. It’s quick, less than a second. Then you’ll start to feel high. Some say it’s the greatest buzz you’ll ever experience.” James’s gaze darted down to the hickey he’d left on my neck. “I’dbe lying if I said I wasn’t curious to taste you.”
I leaned down, earning a hiss from him as our cocks met through the thin layers of fabric. I lowered my mouth to his collarbone, lapping at the skin before drawing it between my teeth. “I understand if you don’t want to,” I whispered, “but I’m giving you permission.”
He squeezed my hips, and I began to fumble at the clasp on that silver chain. Before I could work it loose, his hand snapped up to stop me. “No. I need that to stay on if I’m going to bite you.”
“Why?”
“If it comes off, I can’t control my venom. Not only would an unprotected bite turn you, but it’d also bind us together—for life.” He grinned to lighten up the conversation. “Something tells me we’re not ready for that step.”
I swallowed, taking a second to bring my heart rate downfrom the level it skyrocketed to as he talked. I tried not to let my fear peek through. Sure, having a strong, fit, immortal vampire in bed was fun, but I had no desire tobecomea vampire. The whole lifelong bond bombshell… I shivered.
“Thank you,” I finally managed.
“Lie down. You might get a little woozy your first time.”
“But I like being on top of you,” I protested. Still, I wasted no time in complying.
“I know, love,” he said, rolling on top of me. “One day, you can stay there as long as you want. But right now, I need you to listen to me.”
His lips fluttered over my cheek, and I closed my eyes. I felt his thumb stroke the birthmark on my waist at the same time that his mouth settled into the crook of my neck. He latched onto his mark again, and his fangs took shape just as my hips started to wiggle.
“Is it normally this erotic?” I gasped.
“I think our feelings for each other make this situation a little different.”
I arched into him, exposing more of my neck. “Do it, ” I moaned.
“Tell me again,” he whispered, voice feathering across my sensitive skin. He brushed my hair away from my neck. Damn, that felt good—there was no way in hell I was cutting it.
“I’m sure.”
James made another pass over the skin with his tongue, then it happened. My eyes snapped open. I drew in a sharp breath. Like a piercing, his cold, sharp fangs broke through the skin. Then I remembered to breathe, and my head started to feel light. I relaxed into the pillow, the weightless feeling spreading over my entire body—except for one part. My eyes shut and my hips rolled, seeking out friction. He sucked, and warmth washed through my veins. I held him in place by a hand on his neck.Another pull from his mouth, and I was hard as a rail. I thrust my hips into the air, torn between him not wanting to stop and wanting him to suck somewhere else.
With one last draw, James let out a low rumble of satisfaction before I felt his tongue soothing the angry skin left behind by his bite. He pulled back, crimson coursing through his eyes. I was floating. Though it felt like moving through water, I brought my hand up to catch a drop of blood on his lip. His mouth descended, licking my finger clean. My cock was throbbing. With bleary eyes and a feeble sort of strength, I pushed at his shoulders, begging him to go down.
“Fuckyou taste good,” he exclaimed, still eyeing the spot on my neck where he’d pierced the skin.
