Page 26 of Imprisoned with the Vampire King

I moaned.

My body melted into his as he continued rubbing my sore muscles, working all around my wings and shoulders until I may as well have been a puddle on his chest.

"You should bite me before I fall asleep," I mumbled.

"I can wait until the morning."

"You can't. Bite me."

He pulled me further up his chest. One of my wings smacked him on the arm, and I winced at the sharp pain.

He eased my wing away carefully, draping it over his shoulder in a way that was comfortable for me.

"Thanks."

"Of course." He was still working my muscles.

My eyelids grew heavier. "Stop being difficult, and bite me."

"I don't want you to be weak while you deal with Reaper's gang."

"I don't want the only person who has a reason to keep me alive in this prison to be too weak to save my life. River would sooner take my pottery and leave with Jazz."

Dante made a noncommittal noise, but didn't try to argue. He finally lifted my arm off his chest, dragged it to his mouth, and bit me.

The sensation made me a little warm. So did the pull of his mouth on my skin. I moved against the erection that swelled instantly against my hip, and he grabbed the back of my thigh with his free hand, holding me in place.

Guess he wasn't in the mood.

He pulled away too soon.

The world spun a little when I tried to open my eyes, so I closed them again immediately.

Dante resumed massaging the sore muscles around my wings, and I fell asleep quickly.

seven

OPHELIA

I felt the vampire's eyes on me before I was fully awake.

I was still laying on his chest, though I'd definitely changed positions since I fell asleep. My wings were wrapped around him delicately, since there was nowhere else for them to go, but he hadn't squashed them or anything. I definitely would've felt that.

There was a tiny twinge in the bottom of one of them, so I reached back without opening my eyes. I pushed against the spot, and the blip of pain fixed itself.

"We don't have much time," Dante said quietly. "An hour at most, if I had to guess.

"Damn. I shouldn't have slept so long," I mumbled.

"Between the magic exertion and the blood loss, you needed the rest."

I made a face against his chest. "I have to convince Reaper's gang that I'm a pixie today."

"Exactly."

"I also have to convince them that we're obsessed with each other. Smelling like we fucked would help a lot." I peeled my face off him and sat up, meeting his gaze. "Are you opposed to having sex again, or..."

"Yes."