Total pages in book: 105
Estimated words: 97188 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 486(@200wpm)___ 389(@250wpm)___ 324(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 97188 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 486(@200wpm)___ 389(@250wpm)___ 324(@300wpm)
She says it so analytically that I want to laugh. Just a physical reaction. Nothing to be embarrassed about. Except I will be orgasming because of something she’s doing to me. Maybe it’s not too late to dive into the depths and see if I can find something else for her to feed on. Surely that danger is better than the vulnerability required to let her bite me.
But that’s the coward’s way out. We might have days left before we reach Khollu. I know I can go several days without food if absolutely necessary, but it would weaken me considerably. Skipping drinking blood will likely do the same to her, but it might be worth it if she can feed on someone in Khollu. Except no it won’t, because that means more time wasted, and I need her at full strength to deal with Bronagh when we find him. Not to mention she might get the wrong idea.
I have no problem with vampires as a whole, at least the kind of vampire that Lizzie is. She’s not rampaging and slaughtering anyone in her path. In fact, her control appears to be downright legendary for the great violence she’s obviously capable of. It will be a bite, plain and simple. Controlled. Calm. No actual danger to me. Easy. Simple.
I’ve been thinking too long already. I can pretend I’m being forced into this by our circumstances, but I’ve been curious about her bite ever since seeing Poet come out of our shared room. Best of all, even if an orgasm makes me question things, it won’t make Lizzie confused about our relationship. Her first cutting remark will slam me right back to myself. “We might as well get it done. Do it.”
“Such a noble sacrifice you’re making,” she says softly, a hint of something in her voice that almost sounds like seduction. Surely I’m imagining things. She’s thinking about my blood, not about me. “Come here, Maeve.”
I take a moment to strap the rudder in place and then nervously shift to sit beside her. She smells good. Too good for being trapped on this boat for three days. Much better than I must smell. Oh gods, what am I doing? I can’t let her get close to me when I stink. In a panic, I shove my arm into her face. “Here. Do it.”
This time Lizzie doesn’t bother to hide her amusement. Her lips curve and her eyes flicker crimson. “Biting you there will hamper your ability to move through your day. Besides, I prefer something a little more . . . traditional.”
Again, I picture Poet after the feeding with Lizzie. There were no visible bites of her neck or arms. I’ve spent far too much time thinking about where Lizzie may have bitten her, which vein she chose. There’s a particularly juicy one in the upper thigh . . .
But there’s no way we’re doing that right now. Or ever. I’d need a bath and a bottle of alcohol to even consider it.
“Fine.” I start to tilt my head to the side, but Lizzie catches the back of my neck in a strong but careful grip. She guides me to turn away from her, to lean back against her. I have to fight my body’s instinctive desire to tense, to pull away.
“There’s nothing to be nervous about.” This time, she actually laughs. “Just relax.”
“I’m not nervous.”
“Liar.” She speaks against my neck, the sensation sending little tingles along my skin. Lower. “Breathe, Maeve. I promise this isn’t something to be endured. You’ll enjoy yourself.”
At this rate, there’s a good chance I might just die of embarrassment before she ever gets around to biting me. I tilt my head to the side a little to give her better access, holding my body in a tense line. “Just do it.”
I expect her to strike like a snake, quick and vicious. I’m so busy anticipating that moment of pain that I jolt when her lips brush the sensitive skin of my throat. It’s not quite a kiss, but it’s not not a kiss, either. It scrambles my brain as I try to analyze and reason away why she would bother to ease into the bite instead of just feeding.
Then her lips part and her teeth sink into my skin. The pain is quick, sharp, and gone in an instant, pleasure blooming in its wake. I melt against her. Oh. Oh. The first pull seems to connect directly to my clit, a sizzling warmth that makes me squirm.
She wraps her arms around me almost tenderly, holding me close. I shiver. It’s not intentional. My body has taken over and my brain is shorting out. Lizzie uses one hand to cup the back of my neck and wraps the other around my waist, holding me at the perfect angle for her to continue to drink. It feels good to have her hands on me, but it’s not enough. I want her to touch me everywhere. Fingers digging into skin, tongue and teeth exploring, her entire body wrapped up in mine.