Jared's fingers closed around me without needing further instruction. My eyes fluttered shut as my breath escaped me. I was in love with that hand, and where it was, and how good it felt to be allowed this.
No, not allowed. I didn't need anyone's permission. That was the whole point, wasn't it?
Desire pulsed through me at that thought, making my cock twitch, making me want more.
That part about not rushing? Yeah, I objected to that.
Now that I finally could, I wanted to feel all of Jared. As deeply as possible. As intimately as possible. "Do you still have your fangs?" I asked, even though it was hard for me to get the words out as Jared ran his thumb along the length of my cock.
"You want me to bite you?"
I opened my eyes again, my gaze meeting Jared's. "Don't you want to try?"
He hesitated, but I could sense his desire, could literally smell it in the air, enveloping me. He wanted every part of me that he could get.
I pulled him down on top of me, my big man who needed a little bit of encouragement. "It'll be good, I promise," I whispered into his ear, tracing the line of his jaw with one finger. "And then I'll bite you too."
He inhaled sharply, and I grinned. I had him. Hook, line and sinker. My past self would have been so proud of me.This one's for you, Michael.I nipped at the skin just below Jared's ear, not hard enough to draw blood. Just hard enough to give him an idea. Then I let my head fall back onto the pillow, smiling at Jared. "Do it."
Jared's eyes traveled down my body, back up again, and then focused on my neck. I turned my head, exposing the line of it in a silent invitation. Finally, he took me up on it. It prickled a little, as his teeth sank into my skin, but it didn't hurt. It felt too good for it to hurt. I exhaled as every muscle in my body unclenched.
Jared's bite wasn't like my sire's bite. It didn't render me immobile. It didn't make me feel like a thing to be owned. It made me feel... connected. Treasured. And really, really horny. The way Jared's lips moved against my skin, the way his tongue lapped at the small wound, made all my blood rush south. At least all my blood that wasn't being sucked into Jared's mouth.
It wasn't enough, though, not yet. Not until... I stretched just a little bit so I could place a kiss on Jared's neck, and then I bit him back.
Immediately, the taste of his blood sang to me like the sweetest siren. I drank it down, trying not to go too fast, not to take too much. Closing my eyes, I lost myself in the moment, in the sensation of being one with Jared in a way that transcended all mortal experience.
For a second or two, I was almost glad that I was a vampire, if only because it meant that I got to enjoy this. This feeling of my spirit enveloping Jared, and his wrapping itself around mine. I wanted to let myself be swept away by it.
Only there was something off.
I sensed the core of my magic, and I sensed Jared's... and then there was a third one, so tiny it was almost unnoticeable. I drew my teeth out of Jared's skin and stared at him.
How...? What...?
"You felt that too?" Jared asked, cutting right to the chase, as always. His hand cupped the back of my head, his thumb drawing circles in my hair as if he wasn't concerned at all.
"What was that?" I asked.
"The start of our new family."
"But how?"
Jared gave me a smile. "The same way Collin got Nix."
Nix... that was the infant with the vampire fangs. I knew that his parents were Talon and Collin, but I'd never really thought about how he'd come to be—aside from the obvious.
"Special dhampir-trait," Jared informed me. "We can carry babies."
"So you're really... That's...." Words failed me. No matter what Jared told me, my mind had a hard time processing the information, even though Jared didn't seem surprised at all. "You knew?"
"Not for sure."
"You could have said something."
"There were other things on my mind."
Other things than the fact that we might be having a baby? My mind reeled.
