Smoothly, with his fangs remaining in place as he drank, he turned her to face him. One hand twisted in her hair to pull and elongate her neck even more, and he went deeper, overwhelming her.
Her blood electrified and rushed through her veins faster than ever as if to get to him.
Her thighs gripped the outside of his, and she pressed herself against the obvious bulge in his jeans, crying out as electrical shocks zinged across her engorged clit.
His fangs retracted and his rough tongue scraped across her neck, sealing the wound.
She partially lifted herself away. “You didn’t take enough.”
His hand twisted more, and his mouth crashed down on hers. The tip of a fang caught her lip as it retracted, shooting hunger through her every nerve. He went deep, hard and fast, kissing her with indescribable ferocity. He tasted of male and spice and a hint of sweet metal.
She moaned, opening her mouth, taking more of him.
His free hand gripped her hip, pulling her even closer against him, forcing her to ride the hard ridge of his erection. Pressure built inside her.
Wait a minute. Wait. She plastered a hand against his chest and pushed, wrenching her mouth free. “Stop.”
He stilled.
She panted, tried to get herself under control, and then groaned. “We have to stop. Emma said you’d need twenty-four hours to assimilate the blood you just took.” Her hands shook with the need to rip off his shirt and go to town on his magnificent chest. Instead, she pushed away, sliding across his thighs to stand. Her sex ached for him, and she partially bent over, trying to ease the pressure from her own jeans. “This is so hard.”
“That’s what she said,” he rumbled.
Her head snapped up. Even in pain, she stood, her mouth agape. “Did you just make a joke? A real joke?”
Lust sizzled in his eyes and agony darkened his high cheekbones. “I’m very funny.”
She chuckled. “I didn’t know that.” If she didn’t die from lust, it was going to be interesting getting to know him better. Getting to see a side to him that nobody else ever saw. The side that cracked a joke when they both were so aroused the air thickened around them. The desire slowly ebbed so she could at least walk. “I’m, ah, going to go eat something. A lot of something.”
He chuckled. “Fair enough. There’s a burner phone over by the desk. Take it with you and call your friend Bobbi. She promised not to call the cops on me if you phoned before midnight.”
Bobbi and Brian. Crap. Grace had forgotten all about them. “After I passed out in the restaurant, she must’ve been terrified when you just took me.”
He nodded. “She was, but I assured her you’d be okay and promised that you’d call. Did you remember anything while you were with her?”
Grace shook her head. “No. A lot of places and things felt familiar, but no memories came back.” Did it even matter any longer? “If this mating works tomorrow, I guess I’ll have plenty of time to remember.”
He sat forward and groaned. “Why don’t you go take care of that before I throw you on the rug and kiss you from head to toe?”
Her body jerked with ahell yes. “Okay. Concentrate on making antibodies somehow.” She had no clue how that worked, but if she didn’t leave, she’d rip off her own clothes. “I’ll see you tomorrow.” There had to be another room in this huge lodge where she could sleep. Leaving him in pain, she grabbed the phone and all but ran from the room. She hadn’t had sex in at least seven years. No doubt that explained this crazy hunger for him.
Yeah, right.
She tried never to lie to herself. It was Adare. She might not remember her entire life, but she’d never wanted anybody so badly. She was sure of it.
When she reached the game room, she fell into a chair to watch the snow falling outside. Quickly, she dialed the number she’d memorized for Bobbi.
“Hello? Hello?” Bobbi said breathlessly.
Grace winced. “Hey, Bobbi. It’s Grace. I’m fine.”
“Grace! God, I’ve been so worried. Bri and I are sitting here watching the clock and were about to call the police. I never should’ve let that humongous guy take you, but you said his name, and then you passed out, and he kind of took over.”
“He does that,” Grace said dryly.
Bobbi exhaled loudly. “Okay. You’re all right. That’s all that matters.” She was quiet for a moment. “You were out cold. What happened?”
Oops. She should’ve thought of an excuse. “Um, well, after the coma, sometimes I pass out for a while.” So much for being an accomplished liar. “I’m usually fine, but Adare panicked and brought me to the hospital.”
