Page 39 of Imprisoned with the Vampire King

Silently, I watched Jazz and my brother walk up the doorstep and disappear inside the mansion.

Then, I looked at Dante. "You're not coming home with me."

His lips twitched. "Think of all the fun we could have."

"We're never having fun together again, Inferno." I gestured toward the mansion. "As great as this has been, you should leave. Actually, you should bite me, then leave, so we can have two days before we need to see each other."

"That's not a good idea. My bite will affect you a lot more now that we're mated. It'll feel… pleasurable."

"So?"

"So, we're in a vehicle. Sitting in front of my old house."

"So?" I repeated. "No one will see through the windows, and I'm not going to jump you or anything. It can't be that strong."

"It can."

I rolled my eyes and offered him my wrist. "Just get it over with."

"Alright. Don't say I didn't warn you, Ophelia."

His fingers were gentle on my arm, sending goosebumps over my skin.

Thank god he didn't mention my reaction.

He simply lifted my wrist to his lips, and slowly bit down.

The moment his fangs broke my skin, hot need flooded me. It felt like someone had flipped a switch. Or turned on a sauna. Or thrown a pot of hot water over me, at the very least.

I tipped my head back, taking in a deep breath of pleasure and fighting the urge to slip my hand in the front of my jumpsuit.

Dante drank.

And drank.

And drank.

I was dizzy before he was finished, but not the way I'd been dizzy when he fed from me in the prison. This dizziness was pure, undiluted need and pleasure.

When he eventually released me and dragged his tongue over my broken skin, a climax hit. Just like that.

The pleasure was light—and nowhere near enough—but still left me moaning, panting, and reeling as Dante pressed a light kiss to my small, healing wounds.

What the fuck?

"I could watch that all day," he said in a low voice.

There was no hiding the erection that strained against his jumpsuit.

Or the shadows that now tangled with his colorful aura. They now were thick and dark, and made him look significantly more deadly.

I guess starvation had weakened them too, when he was in the penitentiary.

My eyes jerked upward as a demon appeared in the doorway of the mansion. One I recognized from the glowing soul bond that wrapped around him.

Grayson Darke, the incubus king.

"Your family's waiting for you." I managed to say, gesturing toward the door, and hoping it would get rid of the vampire.