He laughs again, that dangerous, low rumble that sends a strange thrill tingling through your core. A hungry, feral desire sparking within.
“Oh,it’s working,” he growls, his hand on your jaw tightening, like he’s still fighting against himself.
And you swear you can feel the heat of his body through those sweatpants as he leans closer, pinning you in place. A wall of heat and muscle.
His fangs press against the base of your neck again, and strange desire rushes through you. A desire forthis, whatever it is. Whatever he wants to do.
“I’m going to bite you,” he says, and you’re not sure if he’s trying to warn you or to ask permission.
“Bite me. Please.”
He half-laughs, half-groans, sinking his fangs in. And you can hear the wall creak as his braced hand strains against it, like it’s taking all his strength and effort to avoid hurting you.
White-hot pleasure spreads through your body as he drinks, and you tilt your head back on instinct, opening yourself to him further.
“Good girl,” he praises, sucking harder as you let out an involuntary moan.
You need him.
You need all of him.
You can’t even remember how to set him free, can’t think. All you know is that you need him right now, need him to take you.
“Please,” you moan as he drinks you in, heat coursing through your body, the need deeper and greater than you’ve ever felt before. A need that makes you curve against him, desperate to feel the hard heat of his body between your legs. “Ziros. Please. I need—”
“Tell me,” he urges, pulling away from your neck just enough to speak. And the hungry, predatory glint in his eyes shouldn’t thrill you the way it does, taking your breath away. “Tell me, human. Tell me what you want me to do to you.”
“Get on the bed.”
Without hesitation, he sweeps you into his arms, laying you down beneath him.
Ziros
“Now tell me, human,” I growl in her ear, some strange, primal possessiveness coming over me as I straddle her on the bed. I let my gaze linger on the curve of her breasts where the strappy little top is squeezing them together. “Do you wear this in front of other men?”
“Why?” she asks, and I can’t decide if she’s trying to play coy, or if she really doesn’t understand why I’m asking. “Would that bother you, Mr. Scary-Powerful Demigod Vampire?”
A muscle in my jaw twitches.
Is she trying to belittle me?
No. She’s smiling.
I think this is a game.
She knows what she’s doing. And she’s teasing me.
Alright.
If that’s how she wants to play.
“You think I’m scary and powerful, huh? Well, you haven’t seen anything yet, human,” I rasp in her ear, loving the way her body arches up against mine as I pin her lower, hungry heat racing through me.
I’m going to miss this, I realize with a sharp pang, a strange darkness settling against the heat of the moment.
Would she…if I came back to visit after I’m free, would she want to see me?
No, what am I thinking?
