“Oh, God.” Before she could consider the wisdom of her actions, she ran to him and splayed her fingers over the chilly skin of his chest. “It must hurt terribly.”
He gently laid a hand over hers. “I’ve suffered worse.”
His resignation solidified her resolve. She removed one of her throwing daggers from her bandolier and ran the blade along her wrist, causing blood to well up.
“Felicity…” His voice was so low, it was almost a growl. “What are you doing?”
She lifted the wound to his mouth. “Drink.”
He moved his head away. “You don’t have to do this.”
Despite his words, his irises brightened, and his throat worked.
She pressed her wrist against his mouth. “I want to.”
He uttered an animalistic growl, then began lapping at her cut.
Pleasure washed through her body. Her legs went slack.
He gathered her in his arms.
“I understand if you can never forgive me,” she whispered. “I used you.”
He tilted her head up and touched their noses together. “I don’t mind being used.” He licked his lower lip. “Being the pawn of a hunter was the most fun I’ve had in years.”
She looped her arms around his neck and angled her lips against his.
At that exact moment, the protective layers around her heart cracked open and released a truth she’d been trying desperately to ignore.
She loved him.
She was a hunter in love with a vampire.
And she had no idea what she was going to do about it.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Jonathan shoved hishands under Felicity’s skirts, desperate for the warmth of her skin. From the moment he’d reluctantly accepted that she was his fated mate, a chill had settled over him that no amount of fire or whiskey had chased away.
He shouldn’t love her. He couldn’t. It would be the height of foolishness to fall for another woman after barely surviving the loss of Marguerite.
Seraphina had told him not to resist. Perhaps that was the answer. He could slake his lust and give his vampiric nature what it demanded. Maybe then his obsession with her would finally fade.
He pressed his nose to her throat and inhaled the intoxicating sweet scent of her blood. She writhed in his grasp, more responsive to his touch than any woman he’d ever bedded. Was that part of being his mate, perfectly suited to being his eternal companion? The hint of what they might experience together if he allowed the telepathic mating bond to form was almost enough to make him reconsider.
Almost.
“I-I need…” Felicity whispered.
“What do you need?” He ran his thumbs along either side of hermons pubis. “Shall I fuck you with my fingers?” He flicked his tongue against her neck. “Or something else?”
The proof of her readiness dripped down his wrist. He raked his nails through her nether curls until he found her pearl, already engorged and ready for his attention. “Here?”
She arched her back. “Ah!”
“Say it.” He kissed the skin beneath her ear while twisting his knuckles around her sensitive bud. “Tell me you want me to fuck you.”
“I-I want,” she wiped the sweat from her face with her sleeve. “God!”
