His lips were on her neck, slow and tantalizing, making her let out a shaky exhalation.
“You good, Pen?”
“You’re supposed to taste me and find out.”
His arms dropped, then he grabbed her back quickly. “I love how you taste.” He kissed her finger, the bleeding one that had never been wrapped, kissed her wrist and her palm. Hesitated. “I tasted you lower. Sweeter.”
“If you could live on that particular fluid, I’d let you. Man, I’d be your three meals a day. Plus snacks.”
“That’s still an option. Make me the offer,” he winked, kissing her shoulder now. Only to get her hand smacked against his mouth. “Here now, what’s that for?”
“You need something else. You can’t live on that, right?”
“No, but...”
Penny scratched the side of her throat with the side of her nail, gouging hard, bringing blood to the surface. “Taste. You need it.”
Brax’s eyes narrowed. His head pulled back—and kept on going, along with the rest of him.
Penny gasped as he skidded down the slick wall and careened back with a splash. With her recently acquired lack of inhibition, she followed, nimbly straddling him, eyes locked on his. “It’s going to get washed away if you don’t. Just a waste. Unless youdon’t think it’s safe. I wouldn’t be pushy. Oh, my God. I’m being totally pushy. But you’re a vampire, and you’re hungry, and you saved me, and, so... Guh! Brax, if you seriously make me beg you to—oh. Ooooh.”
His tongue lathed up her scratches. “I don’t need much. Feeling better. You taste strong. Sweet and strong. Your insides match your outsides.”
“Liar.”
“Vampire’s honor—whatever that is. Ah, Pine Ridge vampire’s honor! You’re sweet and strong and—”
“I meant that you don’t need much. You need a lot—and I’m trusting you to take just enough—and make me sound the way you did when I bit you. Is that possible?”
“It is sometimes.” Brax’s hands traveled to the soft swells of her breasts, massaging, making her moan. “But Marietta’s curse...”
“If only it rebounded pleasure as well as pain. You would have been pretty happy earlier.”
Brax locked eyes with her. “I didn’t need any magical enhancements. You were the best. Incredible, giving, clinging, warm, and wet. Soft in all the right places, but with muscles that’d pop a champagne cork.”
Penny giggled and slid forward, slowly. Her hips hitched up over his, and then she pushed herself back, pussy slipping and sliding against his reawakening cock. Shouldn’t ask how he did it before. What it was like.
I bet it was bad. Dark. Violent. People died. Are you really going to trust him to bite you? Open up that door?
“Did you bite Marietta?”
“Not often. My demon didn’t like the taste of hers.”
“Demon?” She knew that’s what made him live, or pass for living; it was just an unsettling reminder, trust or not.
“He doesn’t run the show these days. I suppose we have a truce, him and I.” Brax thumbed her nipples and moaned softly as her wetness mixed with the warm water in the tub, coating his cock in silky slickness.
“You’re good at truces.” Penny swallowed. “So, you know it doesn’t have to hurt. With other women—”
Brax pushed himself up with a growl, eyes flickering red for a split second, a burst of color in a white face that was made all the whiter under his waterfall of raven hair. “No. There were no other women like this. There were women I tricked, and the bite ended that treachery. They knew just what I was, then. They didn’t before. I haven’t ever bitten someone to make them feel good, to give them pleasure... But I think I can, for you. For you, I can do anything,” he hissed.
Penny let out a little scream when some hidden reserve of strength fueled him to grab her hips and seat her on his hardness. He panted out a curse when she sheathed him in herself, one long, fast rush of cold cock in her hot, wet pussy.
“Fuck,” she whimpered, rocking on him, ignoring the splashes lapping at their hips, sloshing over the edge of the tub. “So full.”
“So tight. That’s right, Penny, fuck me as hard as you want. Get yourself to that sweet spot and tell me when, precious,” Brax insisted, the tinge of ruby in his eyes now replaced by a bright ring of crimson that filled his entire iris.
Penny watched his face shift. Something more than human, or less, perhaps, peeked out in red eyes, in a feline sleekness in his cheekbones, and finally—in fangs. Close up fangs.
