“Don’t go,” he blurted when she got to her feet, hands clasped in front of her.
“If you don’t want me, m’lord, I understand.”
Mirakel planted his hands on his hips and tilted his head toward the ceiling. “Trust me, it’s not that I don’t want you.”
The fact that he did was the real issue. Mirakel wasn’t familiar with intimacy when it came to feeding. He’d never felt it before. Then again, he’d spent the majority of his life taking blood fromcosrobols. Blood whores tended to be in great quantity in the larger clans. As a member of the Zenith, he’d had access to all he needed. When he’d been forced from the Seattle camp after Kardobahn’s death, Mirakel had learned to take when opportunities arose, which generally involved a sexual encounter with a female vampire. But one-night stands equated to mutual pleasure, not intimacy.
Not necessarily ideal, but oddly, those had seemed far simpler than this. For some reason, he felt this strange connection to Briony, as though what he was taking from her was sacred.
“I apologize if I make you uncomfortable,” she said softly, drawing his attention back to her.
“Let’s just get this over with.” Good to see he was still lacking with the manners. Great.
Briony took her seat on the bench once more, tugging the sleeve of her gown up to her elbow.
On unsteady legs, he circumvented the bench, coming around to the other side. Once more, he planted his ass on the cushion and did his best to breathe through his mouth. Her scent was too much for him.
“When’s the last time you fed?” he asked, stopping himself before reaching for her.
“The last time I saw you.”
Son of a bitch. He was not supposed to be happy about that. It shouldn’t have made his dick hard to know he was the last to provide her sustenance, yet the damn thing hopped to attention like someone had given it physical attention.
“Then you’ll feed from me first,” he stated firmly.
It took a bit of rearranging down south, but Mirakel managed to throw one leg over the other side of the bench so he was straddling it, facing her. He then took off his T-shirt and briefly wondered if it would be rude to keep the damn thing over his face.
Of course it would, you dumb ass.
Yeah, yeah, fucking yeah.
He discarded the cotton, balled it up, and tucked it between his thighs, hoping to keep her from seeing the steel rod gaining momentum in his jeans.
“I know of another way we can both feed at the same time,” Briony said, her beautiful purple eyes trailing over his face.
Bad idea.
No matter what it was, Mirakel knew it would be a bad idea.
“Tell me,” he said, dropping his eyes to the burgundy leather between them.
“It would be easier if I show you.”
Fucking fantastic.
Mirakel nodded, then held his breath when Briony turned so that she was facing away from him, her legs hanging over the end of the bench. It was almost the same position they’d been in the first time he’d fed from her, back when he’d had her perched on his thighs, his arms banded around her. He had orgasmed that time, unable to hold himself back.
“You should move in behind me,” Briony suggested.
No, he shouldn’t.
Nope.
Nuh-uh.
He fucking moved behind her, the curve of her lovely ass pressed between his splayed thighs, that damn T-shirt doing not a fucking thing to stop his cock from thinking this was an intimate meet and greet.
Oh, but look at that. It got worse.
