“I can sense it,” I tell her. Then take a small step backwards. It occurs to me too late that it’s not polite to go around sniffing people without permission.
She leans closer, not letting me get far. “I was hoping you could fix me.”
My beast and I spring to attention. The vampire inside me desperately wants what it hopes she’s offering.
“Y-you want to—” Suck my blood. Swallow me down. Drain me, angel. Do whatever you need.
I must be dreaming. It’s my most recent fantasy come to life.
“You want to drink my blood again?” My voice is a rasp, like sandpaper to my vocal chords. She nods slowly.
“But this time, I want it to be a mutual thing.”
My brain explodes.
She wants... me to drink... her to sink—
“You want us both to... taste each other?”
We’ve kissed a grand total of twice and the first time, we were both a mess.
“Are you... sure? You don’t have to offer anything, you know, you can take my blood—” Take my heart. My tattered and tainted soul. “—and I need nothing in return.”
“That might be, but I want you to. Like you said last night, I feel connected to you. And last time you got me so damn turned on, it’d be torture if we couldn’t both do something about it. Together.” Her voice is breathy and huskier than normal.
“You want me to feed you and then fuck you, Silver? Is that what you’re saying?” My voice is barely more than a growl as my cock jumps in my pants and my vampire is practically salivating. This is an absolute dream come true for the both of them.
But one of us needs to keep our heads.
Silver nods and I tilt her chin up so that her eyes are intent on mine. “You might feel certain right now, but if you want to stop, tell me. No matter what’s happening, we stop.”
“Pineapple.” She grins at my baffled expression. “That’s my safe word.”
I nod, swallowing hard before I press myself up against her.
“Are you sure you’re ready for this?”
“I want to feel your teeth sinking into me and then I want to take every part of you, Dante.” She pulls her hair to one side, baring the delicate skin of her throat.
I’ve got her in my arms and on the sofa before she can blink.
“Let’s get your magic back, shall we?” I murmur.
“Please, Dante.”
I press a gentle kiss to her soft cheek, her jaw, her wrist. “Ready for a taste, angel?”
“Y-yep. Will you.... Will you do the same to me?” Her features are so open at the moment, she’s trusting me totally to take care of her.
And that’s exactly what I’m going to do. My fangs distend and I catch my tongue with them. I use them to cut the skin on my wrist and feed it to her.
She latches on without hesitation, swallowing great gulps and drinking me down. I can’t hold off for another second, leaning in and sinking my fangs into her soft throat.
The taste of her is like nothing else. It fills my mouth, and it’s like an instant injection of pure adrenaline and dopamine.
Fuck. I’ve never felt so close to another person as I do right now, with us sharing our life force with one another.
Power floods through me and I feel like I could leap ten feet in the air, punch through a wall, save an entire village of kittens from a fire.
