Page 30 of Bound By Blood

Landon’s eyes widen in sudden realization of what she was doing by the wicked gleam in her eye. “Carly. Don’t,” he growled, jumping to his feet.

The chair he had been sitting in clattered to the floor as he took several steps away from the table, trying to put some distance between them. It was hard enough for him to be in such close proximity to her. If she were to spill her own blood, it would be impossible for him to ignore it. She was purposely putting herself at risk with him, and he didn’t understand why. Didn’t she understand the severity of the situation? How close he was to losing control?

“Curiosity killed the cat,” was all she said before she drew the blade across her skin, and blood began to dribble down the side of her neck.

It only took a few seconds before the scent of her blood hit him like a brick wall and rooted him to the spot. He was torn between rushing to her and stopping the bleeding and running as far away from her as possible in order to keep her safe. As hungry as he was, and as delicious as he knew she tasted, he didn’t trust himself in the slightest. He was stuck between a rock and a hard place, unable to move in any direction.

This indecisiveness wasn’t like him. He was a vampire, he was powerful and dangerous. He never had any issues with taking what he wanted, nor did he care when he hurt or killed someone. But everything with Carly was different, and he didn’t recognize himself when he was around her. He didn’t want to kill her anymore. For reasons he couldn’t explain, he wanted to keep her around.

Somehow, this human had managed to worm her way deep into his cold, dead heart. She had injected herself into the nightmare that was his life and made herself right at home. And he had let her. Even knowing the risks and the dangers, he had allowed her into his life and accepted her with open arms. Killing her now would quite possibly destroy him in the process.

When he didn’t make a move, Carly got out of her chair, the legs scraping against the floor. She slowly closed the distance between them and stopped when she was right in front of him. All he could do was track her with his eyes as his body felt heavier than it had ever been before.

Carly then wiped her finger across the blood on her neck and brought it to his lips. Because his mouth had been open slightly, she didn’t hesitate to stick her finger in past his lips, brushing the blood across his tongue.

The exquisite taste exploded in his mouth and nearly caused him to lose what little control he had left. A low, deep growl emanated from his chest, and in the blink of an eye, he had her pinned against the wall by her throat. His fangs had finally emerged, and his eyes were pitch black. On top of that, his cock was as hard as a rock, but still, he refrained from taking what he so desperately wanted.

“There you are,” she whispered, the knife clutched in her hand by her side.

“Are you trying to get yourself killed?” he exclaimed angrily. “If I feed from you again, I don’t know that I’ll be able to stop myself, Carly. You are playing with fucking fire!”

At his words, Carly brought the knife up to his throat and pressed it against his jugular. Meanwhile, her other hand went to his cock, massaging his length through his jeans. “I have no problems defending myself.”

Landon hissed through his teeth at her touch, his eyes closed as the last of his control shredded into a million pieces. “I swear to fuck, Carly. You better use that thing if I can’t stop.”

Before he had the chance to talk himself out of it, Landon dipped his head to the side of her neck and covered the wound with his mouth. The cut wasn’t very deep, and it wasn’t bleeding as much as his dark side would have liked. Because of this, his fangs pierced her flesh again, opening the wound further as he roughly pinned her body against the wall with his own.

Carly moaned and gripped him harder. The hand he had on her throat tightened as he drank hungrily, thoroughly enjoying the feeling of her blood filling his mouth and strengthening him from the inside out. He ran his tongue along her flesh and shoved his leg between her thighs. He had never been so turned on just from feeding, from the thrill of the knife still pressed almost painfully to his neck, and she tasted just as good as he remembered, enhancing the experience.

She ground against his leg, and the blade suddenly knicked his skin, drawing blood. The sharp sting caused him to gasp, and he instantly released her neck as he had promised. He looked down at her, concern in his eyes and blood dripping out of the side of his mouth. He was worried that he may have involuntarily hurt her.

Landon searched her gaze for a moment, looking for any indication that he had gone too far. Instead, all he saw was pure lust in the depths of her beautiful eyes. She continued to hold his gaze for a moment, but then, she dipped her head and ran her tongue along the wound on his neck, licking up the blood she had spilled.

Unable to help himself, Landon yanked her forward by her jaw and slammed his mouth against hers, fangs and all. His tongue dove into her mouth greedily, and he tasted a hint of his own blood on her lips, just as much as she probably tasted her own on his. Instead of being disgusted or turned off, Carly met him head-on, and Landon angled her chin higher so he could go deeper.

Moaning into his mouth, Carly dropped the knife, causing it to clatter against the hardwood floor. Before he could react to the fact that she no longer had any protection against him, she reached between them and yanked his shirt open, sending the buttons flying across the room. The fact that she had dropped the knife indicated just how much she truly trusted him and his darkness. That thought alone had his monster consuming him completely.

All too soon, Carly broke the kiss, both of them breathless, but she didn’t pull away from him. “I want to taste you,” she whispered.

Landon’s grip tightened on her hair, his shoulders heaving with every breath. He was far too gone to stop himself now. He was going to give them both what they wanted, and to hell with the consequences.

He used her hair to push her down onto her knees in front of him. Her gaze stayed locked on his as she popped open the button on his jeans and tugged them down over his ass. She only looked away from him when his cock finally sprung free from the confines of his jeans.

He was thick, long, and pierced, and he had always been proud of his large size and the fact that he knew how to use it. Carly, however, seemed to have her doubts.

“That’s not going to fit anywhere,” she stated breathlessly.

Landon smirked and guided her mouth toward his length. “Open your mouth, Carly,” he ordered.

Her gaze flicked between him and his cock for several agonizingly slow moments. Reluctantly, she did as she was told, but not before she swiped the precum from his tip with her tongue. Then, when she finally took him into her mouth, it was like fireworks went off behind his eyes.

Landon groaned loudly at the feel of her warm mouth surrounding him. It was unlike anything he had ever felt before. And the sight of her swallowing what she could of him had his legs feeling shaky and weak. As much as he wanted to close his eyes in pure bliss, he kept his gaze locked on her as he thrust his hips forward a bit, forcing her to take more of his length down her throat.

The sight alone nearly unglued him. Carly was his. He knew that now, and nothing and no one was ever going to come between them. “Fuck, Carly,” he growled, his fingers tangling themselves in her hair to give him a bit more leverage. “You are going to be the death of me.”

Chapter 12

Carly Harris