Total pages in book: 98
Estimated words: 92559 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 463(@200wpm)___ 370(@250wpm)___ 309(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92559 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 463(@200wpm)___ 370(@250wpm)___ 309(@300wpm)
Need, hot and hungry, bloomed in her veins.
“I’m okay here . . .” she said in a guttural voice. “If you are?”
In an equally low tone, he replied, “I’m very okay.”
Think, Mahrci. Think—what were you saying?
“Oh, the vein thing.” She shook herself back into focus. “Right. Well, I don’t want to give you an address or anything—that way, if someone asks you, you can be truthful. You don’t know where I am. But if you take my blood, you’ll always be able to find me—and where we’ll be staying.”
Reaching up, he traced her face with his fingertips. “That’s a brilliant idea. There’s just one thing.”
“What’s that?”
“It has to be your wrist.” His touch drifted down to her jugular. “Not here.”
Mahrci’s breath caught. “Why not . . . there.”
“Too much for me.” He shook his head ruefully. “I have self-control, but there are limits, and until we—or if we . . .” He stroked her vein with his forefinger. “. . . get all the way there, I need to take from the wrist.”
A sudden image of him baring his fangs and bringing the twin, sharp points to her throat flooded her with even more heat—and it shouldn’t have been a surprise, but wow, what a relief to think of something that came with pleasure, instead of stress and worry.
She stared at his lips. “There will be time for that. Later. When we are away from here.”
The soft growl that came out of him was the kind of thing she felt in her marrow. And even though it was folly, she wanted a hint of what was to come.
She moved her wrist up to his mouth. “Take my vein. Now.”
Hemmy closed his eyes and arched up, his hips rolling against her, his long, hard erection pushing into her upper thighs. With a moan, she split her legs around his lower body—
They both groaned in need. And yet his hand was gentle as he took her forearm and held it steady. “Are you sure you want to do this?”
As she didn’t trust her voice, all she could do was nod.
The next thing she knew was the brush of his lips, soft and warm, against the center of her palm. And then at the heel. And finally . . . right over her vein as he kissed her there.
“Do it,” she commanded.
There was a hiss as he bared his fangs, and then—
The bite came with a sweet sting of pain and she threw her head back and exhaled his name. The sensation of the sucking, warm and slick, went through her entire body, until her brain melded things and she felt it . . . on her sex. Letting herself fall limp, all she wanted to concentrate on was what she was feeling—and she threw gasoline on the fire by imagining them naked, skin on skin, him between her legs, penetrating her as he—
Hemmy broke the contact and slipped out from under her, hopping off the bed. As he stumbled, he caught himself on the wall, stopping his forward pitch with his palm on the doorjamb into the bathroom.
The sound of his breath sawing in and out of him was the sexiest thing she had ever heard.
As the puncture wounds on her wrist weren’t sealed, she licked them closed. And then had some paranoia that maybe he’d leapt away because he hadn’t liked her taste—
“I just need a minute.” He pushed into the loo and stood over the sink, still in that bend. “Fuck.”
“Hemmy?”
“I’m just trying not to . . .”
“Throw up?” she said as she sat forward with horror. “Is there something wrong with my—”
On a quick pivot, he put his hands on his hips and stared out at her with a wry expression on his face.
The enormous erection straining the front of his pants was especially obvious because of the overhead fixture he was standing beneath.
Talk about your mood lighting.
“I don’t know how I’m going to work with this”—he pointed at the thing—“in the way.”
Mahrci licked her lips. “So why don’t you . . . take care of it. And show me what you like while you’re at it.”
That groan came back again. “Yeah?”
Mahrci nodded. “I want to watch.”
With a low curse, Hemmy cupped himself through his jeans, and as he did, his head fell back, the ropes of muscles that ran up the sides of his throat flexing. As she felt an answering pleasure in her core, she squeezed her thighs together.
“Let me see you,” she whispered breathlessly.
At her urging, his fingers worked the button and the zipper with a facility she admired. And then he pulled the two sides back—
His sex broke out, thick and hard and proud, and slipping a grip around the shaft, he didn’t wait. Hemmy began stroking himself, the corded strength running down his forearm and into his hand flexing and releasing with the movement.