“Thanks again for the ingredients.” I reluctantly dragged myself out of the chair and followed Jessica. “I really don’t need any tests. I’m fine.”
“Tiffany, it’s no big. You’re a friend.” She ushered us into an empty exam room. “I’ll check on you in thirty after I do my rounds.” Before she left, she looked at my eyes. “Have you taken something, Tiff?”
“No, why?”
“Your eyes.”
Tyrone confirmed. “Yeah, your pupils are blown.”
It was bloodlust.
When she clicked the door shut behind her, Tyrone settled himselfin a chair.
“Tyrone,” I said, “I need to get out of here.” I wasn’t at the ragged edge of my limits; I was past it. The vampire inside me was clawing her way out.
“What’s the matter?” he asked with concern.
“I don’t know what’s the matter, but I feel like I’m coming out of my own skin with…pent-up desires.”
A small smile quirked his lips. “You mean to tell me you’re falling apart because you need a little D?”
“Yes.” Men were such idiots, thinking the whole world revolved around their dicks. But at the moment he wasn’t totally wrong.
He pressed his full lips to mine and cut off my explanation. “We can go back to my place after you talk to Jessica.”
I couldn’t wait that long. I was ready to bite anyone.
“We have thirty minutes and there’s a bed right here.”
He narrowed his eyes at the exam table with the paper sheet. “It’s that serious? What do you have, like, medical-grade horniness?”
“Yes.” That was an accurate description of bloodlust. I traced his jugular with the tip of my tongue. As I did, his blood pumped faster, calling to me.
“Let’s get you undressed, then,” he said with ragged breath. He began undoing buttons, whispering kisses down my throat as he did. The scent of iron tinged the air as his heartbeats pounded out a primal rhythm.
“Hurry, Tyrone,” I said.
“Not sure if I can still work a bra. Santa hasn’t gotten laid in a while.”
With a quiet laugh, I said, “All giving, no receiving. That’s not fair.” Tyrone might be a saint.
Like a pro, he unhooked my bra without looking.
“You still got it, Santa.”
“Mmhmm.” He fondled my breasts, cupping their heaviness reverently and tracing a peak with his finger and then his tongue as I arched my back.
I wanted to be the girl on Maple Lane dating the boy across the way, looking forward to the SugarBoo Ball and trivia night. I pulled Tyrone harder to my chest, as if I was trying to clutch the dream in my arms. With my eyes shut, his skin was so warm and alive. I started to drool with thirst.
Lips, tongue, sucking, licking—I’d never been filled with so much need. I needed him inside me. I needed his neck in my mouth.
And he needed me. I could feel his hardness, smell his pumping blood. The two of us were a desperate, hot mess of pent-up desire. If my heart could race, it would.
If I gave him everything, maybe he would do the same. This was more than sex, this was me, just a girl in front of a boy asking him to give her a Hallmark life and a regular blood supply.
Under the fluorescent overhead light of the exam room, I stood before him and shimmied out of my skirt and tights as sexily as I could.
“How bad do you want me?” I asked in a throaty purr. I needed to know he wanted me as much as I wanted him.
