Page 104 of Imprisoned with the Vampire King

"Sure."

Dante slid closer, pulling me away from the couch so he could tuck himself between me and the cushions. When he settled me back in place, the entire back of my body was pressed against his front.

We were both wearing way too many clothes, but it was still comfortable.

Really comfortable.

I only lasted another minute or two before dozing off.

Dante's discomfort woke me up a few hours later. Another movie was playing, and he was holding me to his chest in the exact same position I'd fallen asleep in.

I blinked blearily, looking around the dark room as I searched for the cause of his discomfort.

There was no obvious problem. Everything looked normal. His shadows were around us, and my magic was at its new normal level. I could feel it in the air, but I wasn't sure he could.

Even if he could, I didn't think he found it uncomfortable. He hadn't shown any sign of that when we were in the prison, and my magic had been much louder then.

"What's wrong?" I finally rasped, still trying to wake up.

"Nothing. Go back to sleep." He ran a hand down my arm. It felt better than it had any right to.

I started easing myself up to a sitting position.

He grabbed my arms, holding me where I was. "Don't."

"Why not?"

"Just give me a minute."

"A minute to what?" I looked over my shoulder at him, and suddenly understood what was going on.

He'd shifted.

His eyes were red.

His horns were out.

I was pretty sure I could feel his tail wrapped around my thigh.

He hadn't bitten me in two days or so, and his body was making its displeasure known. The fact that he wasn't actively digging his fangs in made me fairly confident the shift had been unintentional.

The discomfort I could feel was his bloodlust.

"You put off feeding for too long."

"Apparently. I didn't know this would happen. Sorry. I don't⁠—"

"Are you really apologizing for needing to eat, Dante?"

"It's not just needing to eat. I'm aware that being bitten isn't always comfortable for you, so⁠—"

I arched my ass against his very large, very obvious erection.

He gritted out a curse, tightening his grip on my hip. His tail squeezed my thigh, too.

"Have you ever had sex on a couch?" I asked.

"Yes. I'm not that bland."