Something leaped into her eyes. A light. “What if I just drink a lot of your blood? Will that fix my heart?”
The woman really didn’t want to mate him. “No.” He gentled his voice to soften the truth. “Without being my mate, if you take too much blood, it’ll kill you. You’d need a deadly dose to even temporarily fix your heart. It’s impossible.” He would’ve offered that in the first place, had there been a chance.
Her brow furrowed.
Whoa. She was thinking of taking the chance.
He shook his head. “Won’t work. I promise.” No way would he be responsible for killing her. For now, he could give her a small taste of immortality. “Now, drink,” he whispered, holding his wrist to her mouth.
She kept her gaze on his and leaned in, swiping her tongue across his wrist.
Everything inside him seized. Fire roared through his chest, burned him throughout, and landed hard in his balls. He breathed out, shocked when there wasn’t steam. “Again,” he said, his voice guttural.
She blinked and wiggled on his suddenly rock-hard dick. Her eyes widened.
His narrowed. Pain pounded into his groin in a need so fierce he could barely breathe. His fangs lowered and pricked the inside of his mouth. His lip peeled back.
Her eyes widened.
Control. Fucking control. He slid his fangs home and forcibly calmed his entire body. Except his cock. That didn’t calm. “Now,” he said.
She looked up, fear in her eyes.
“I won’t hurt you,” he said.
The fear dissipated, leaving something else. Need. Definite need. Her lids half-lowered. She grasped his hand and pressed his wrist to her mouth, taking a deep swallow of his blood. She hummed in pure pleasure. Her eyes closed, and she tried for more.
“No.” He pulled away, holding her still when she tried to follow his wrist. “Too much will hurt you.”
She leaned back and licked a drop off her lips.
His pants tightened to the point of causing agony.
Color blew into her cheeks, and her eyes brightened. “God. It’s amazing.” Her voice had gone husky and low, and she might as well have whispered right across his bare cock.
His muscles tightened as he held himself in check.
She stretched her neck, her body moving against him. “I feel so good.” Holding out her hand, she twisted her arm left and right. “Strong. Well, stronger than I just was.” She rubbed her palm along his whiskers. “That’s not all.”
Yeah. He felt it, too. Attraction. So he turned her to straddle him, feeling her body warm several degrees. “Let me know if I go too fast.”
She leaned in and settled her lips on his. “The first time I saw you, I thought wow. A real wow.”
Her breath brushed his mouth, and he stiffened to remain in control. “Is that a fact?” he asked, waiting for her to make a move. The last thing he wanted to do was frighten her, and he couldn’t tell how much stronger his blood had made her. If at all.
“Yes.” She nibbled at his bottom lip.
Magma boiled through his blood. “When I first saw you, I thought your eyes were the prettiest color I’d ever seen,” he said against her mouth. “Like a fine whiskey that has just caught the light.”
She kissed him, and he could feel her smile. “That’s sweet,” she whispered.
Yeah. That was him. Sweet. Nobody in his entire life had called him that. “I don’t want to rush you,” he said.
She tunneled her hands through his hair and hummed. “But we’re on a bit of a deadline?”
“Yeah.” The slight tug of her fingers hazed red over his vision. “Don’t know how long your extra strength will last.” Probably not very long. And there could be repercussions to her damaged heart from his blood, so they had to mate and now. He stood, easily holding her to him. “Bedroom.”
She wrapped her legs around his waist. “Um. Okay.”
