Even Odom was having trouble by the door, and he was with a consensual companion. His eyes were rolling back in his head, as well.
I didn’t want Aiko to give in to the bloodlust.
This was too dangerous.
Even though I didn’t know much about vampires, I realized in a frenzy like this, if he lost his control, I was in danger of being taken and passed around like a pitcher of fine wine.
My lord, have you sampled the druid? Excellent vintage.
No. Aiko needed blood.
Or…
“Aiko… is the blood separate from the lust?”
“Blood has power, but lust also has some.”
“Blood holds no power for the druids. We are fueled purely by sex.” This was the only idea I could come up with aside from giving him my blood—and I wasn’t sure that was a good idea at all. “Would something intimate be enough for you to stay in control?”
He nodded tersely, and I saw his eyes land on the ankle of one of the closest…sacrifices. Even I could see the pulse of the vein from here.
Rumbling with need, he started to push me away.
“Aiko, stay, no.” I pressed him against the wall.
“Need… “
Dear Gods, I was going to do this.
I threw a leg over his thighs to keep him from standing. “You cannot leave me here in the middle of the Blood Rite. I will be torn apart.”
Running his gaze over my face, he panted and tried to stay still. “I don’t know if I can resist this—”
I slammed my mouth over his and kissed him hard.
His eyes flared bright red, then settled to just a ring of red in the black. Closing his eyes, his hand fisted my hair and held me still while he possessed me.
The fangs were… strange, but I tentatively licked one with the tip of my tongue.
His hips jacked off the floor as he gasped and snapped his eyes open again. Pulling back, he stared at me. “Don’t do that. That’s erotic. Like a tongue on my cock.”
“Perfect. I need you here with me.” I breathed the words and covered his lips with mine again.
Even though I knew I should feel wrong about this, there was something sorightabout kissing Aiko. Until this moment, I hadn’t really thought of him as anything but a vampire who was helping me, but now that I had his taste on my lips…
His lips were coppery, but sweet at the same time. He had the flavor of fresh lavender and the scent of cool pine.
Even in this desperate situation, he wasn’t harsh or cruel or out of control. There was no sign of him wanting to devour me. He was enthralled—by me.
I licked out at a fang again, and a growl rumbled through him as his hips jacked up again. He nipped at my lip, not breaking the skin, but sending a clear warning.
“Tell me you’re with me,” I whispered.
“I’m here,” he answered.
“Is this enough?”
His chest heaved. “I don’t know. It’s working for now. Please don’t move.”
