I fought to measure myself, to not gulp down eagerly and instead savor this gift from her, but that became more difficult when Naomi whimpered and gripped my sleeves tightly. I hesitated, worried I’d crossed the line, but when I tried to pull away, one of her hands went to the back of my head and pulled me closer.
She really was too perfect.
I slowed considerably, laving at the tiny wound with my tongue. My saliva had a chemical in it that caused slighteuphoria in whoever I fed on. Not enough to worry about her being inebriated, but enough that she wouldn’t be in any pain.
I could feel power flowing through my veins, vibrant and intense, and man, my fellow vampires were missing out by not feeding from shifters.
Then again, maybe my fellow vamps didn’t deserve to feel the benefits since so many of them looked down on shifters, especially wolves and bears for some reason.
Eventually, however, I knew I was nearing a point that would be too much even for a latent shifter, so I pulled away slightly, the iron of her still fresh on my tongue. She was panting, and I was practicallyvibratingwith vitality I had never felt before.
All I could do was stare at her in complete and total unabashed wonder.
“Thank you,” I murmured, and my voice sounded so rich and syrupy, thick with desire and all the things that made vampires so alluring in the fictionalizations of us.
“You’re more than welcome,” Naomi said, eyes half-lidded and dreamy. “Oh.”
I wasn’t sure what that quiet, short, little breathless gasp was until I followed her gaze down to see that a third member had joined our embrace, hard and rigid between us.
“Would you look at that,” I murmured, amused, but also abruptly very cognizant of how aroused I was. The simmering energy within me had spread toallof me.
Naomi’s gaze returned to my face, and strangely enough, her expression reminded me of a hungry vampire. “Wanna do something about it?”
Vampire bites could be incredibly erotic; usually, a subject melted into a puddle of giddy euphoria, ready for their proper aftercare.
Yet another way Naomi was exemplary.
“Doyouwant to?” I asked, more than willing, but I needed to make sure she was okay first.
It turned out I had nothing to worry about because the next thing I knew, we were both on the floor, and she was straddling my waist. Not quite where I wanted her, but I wasn’t complaining.
“You fucking bet I do.”
I wasn’t sure what I’d gotten myself into, but I wasdefinitelydown for the ride.
Or to be ridden, it seemed.
God, I was a lucky man.
SIXTEEN
NAOMI
Save a Horse, Fuck a Vampire
I felt like I was high.
Granted, I’d never been more than a little buzzed in my entire life, only able to achieve that much because my latent shifter metabolism wasn’t as speedy as someone with an animal form. But this felt like what my non-shifter acquaintances had described almost perfectly, minus the dry mouth.
And it turned out that when I was high, I was fuckinghorny.
Though, the word wasn’t an accurate descriptor for the absolute furor burning through me. It was hunger that went beyond what I experienced when I was ovulating, lust and fondness so thick in my head there wasn’t room for much else.
Not that it mattered. It wasn’t like I was about to write a dissertation. No, hopefully I was about to be dicked down so good that my body would forget I’d just had a considerable amount of fuel drained from it.
“You’re a vision,” Rowan growled, his hands stroking up my leggings.
I wished I’d had the foresight to wear a sundress, so he’d be pressed against my panties as I grinded against him.
