No one has ever called me that.
I like it.
And I want more.
I touch the tip of his ears, tracing the outer shell, loving that this vampire, this predator, blushes because of me.
Everything he told me, I should fear. A normal person would. I wouldn’t fault them if they did. I find the news that the paranormal world exists exciting. The unknown can be scary because we fear what we don’t understand. It’s natural.
I’ve always loved the unknown and learning every single thing I can about it.
“Do you like being called a good boy?” I ask him, pinching the tip of his ears again.
Oklahoma sips his tea, trying to hide his embarrassment or shame. “I suppose I do. No one has ever said that to me before.”
“Well, if it helps, I love being called a good girl just as much as I love calling you a good boy.” I scoop the last bit of soup from the container and lift it in the air.
His voice deepens, a rough vibrato singing its way to my heart. “Oh, Sugar, you are such a good girl. I can’t wait to show you just how good you really are,” he growls, the flames of his irises burning with desire.
Shy, I have to break eye contact to remember why I’m here to begin with. “One last bite?”
He licks his lips, a small amount of color staining his cheeks again. I’m so glad. He scared the living hell out of me when I saw him sitting on the floor with his back against the wall. I thought he was dead. I saw my life slow, my reason for the resurgence in my soul being taken from me.
I couldn’t let that happen.
Running to him was the only option.
I never want to feel that afraid again. The overwhelming sense of panic froze me in place, and then I needed to remember I had to get to his side to help him. Not even tornadoes instill that kind of terror in me.
He growls, wrapping his fingers around my wrist. “I hope it isn’t the lastbite.”
The implication he adds has my body responding with hope that he will bite me. I crave it. Especially today. My skin is tender. Not painful. Not like his, but the ache is there. The thought of his fangs slicing into my flesh has lust pooling between my legs.
“Maybe if you’re lucky, it won’t be,” I answer, using the most sultry tone I have.
I shove the spoon between his lips to stop him from saying anything else. I won’t be able to handle another flirtation remark from him. I’m five seconds away from stripping him bare and having my way with him. Every part of me needs him in some way.
My body needs his hands on me. His lips on mine. His cock buried inside me to relieve the pain that is currently throbbingfor his girth to stretch me, to take my breath. I want to gasp his name and forget to breathe.
Sweat drips down my back, and it isn’t even hot in here. The air conditioning is on, blowing through the vents in powerful gusts against my legs.
He leans against the pillow, another teardrop of blood escaping his left eye. I reach over and wipe it away, my face inches away from his. Our eyes meet. I’m lost in the red depths, charmed and allured by him. The magic forming between us pulls me closer, and I press a gentle kiss to his cracked lips.
All the tornadoes I’ve chased have brought me here to him.
Whatever the storms that have brewed inside us must be the same.
“You should drink the rest of the tea.” I pull away, the space between us thrumming with heat. I’m not sure I can handle this much longer.
I unscrew the thermos, topping off his mug with more tea. He takes it without complaint, downing half in one gulp.
“Why am I getting so hot?” I fan myself and stand, stepping away from him to see if more space will help. “It’s unbearable.”
He frowns, sitting up to try to get to me when his pain stops him.
“Don’t.” I raise my hand to keep him in place. “Tell me the truth instead.”
“It’s called a mating heat. Our bodies are on overload right now. We’re craving each other, and if we don’t mate, we will die. Your body is preparing itself for me like I’m preparing myself for you. The heat will continue until…”
