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“I want to talk to her,” Eloise says, her tone nowhere as demanding as her words. My finger traces a line down the column of her neck to where her pulse flutters.
“When it is safe to do so,” I say, my fangs elongating as I breathe her in. She gasps when my hand moves from a brushing tease to gripping the back of her neck, my thumb firmly pressed into her cheek just below her ear. She moves as if to push me away, her hands pausing just before they press against my chest.
I turn, forcing her to turn with me until her ass is pressed against my desk. With a bend of my knees, I grab the back of her thigh just under her ass and lift her until she’s seated where I want her. She lets her legs widen as she stares at me with wide dark eyes, her chest rising and falling. I can smell the fear and anticipation coming from her as her pulse speeds up.
“Good girl,” I murmur, my cock twitching as Eloise inhales at the praise, the faintest notes of arousal reaching my nose.
It would be so easy to pull her core against me, to let her feel how hard I am against her heat. I won’t, though, not yet.
“What—what are you doing?” she asks in a whisper, as if she hadn’t expected me to feed so soon after last night.
My hunger for Eloise will never be satisfied.
I tilt her head to the side, trailing my hand up to the top of her thigh, along her side, until I’m gripping her with my thumb just under her breast. I lower my head until I can scent her hair, her temple, her neck; relishing her as I would a priceless bottle of wine.
“I’m hungry,” I whisper against her earlobe, my cock straining as she shudders in response.
“Do you have to draw it out?” she grits out, struggling to take control of the situation and I smile as I tilt her head far enough to force a slight strain. I will always remind her who is really in control here.
I scrape my fangs over the practically invisible silver scar tissue from last night. To the human eye, they’re undetectable, but my eyes find them unfailingly, just as I can smell myself on her neck. A possessive growl rumbles in my chest as I grip her head and neck tighter, and my fangs elongate with anticipation.
“Your blood is like fine wine,” I murmur, enjoying how my lips brush against her neck. This close, I can hear the seductive beat of her heart, the blood pumping underneath my touch. “I wish to savor you.”
Pheromones roll off of Eloise; an intoxicating perfume that has the primal beast in me salivating for more than her blood.
Without waiting for her response, I sink my fangs into her neck with perfect accuracy over my previous marks. Her hands land on my chest, fisting my shirt and wrinkling the expensive pressed fabric. Rich, coppery ambrosia teases my tongue and I retract the fangs, keeping my lips sealed over the bite. I drink deeply, unable to stop the satisfied groan as I swallow her down.
Eloise’s head goes limp, leaning back and relying on my grip to keep her upright even as she clings to my shirt. Her legs close against me, and I drop my hand at her side to grip her thigh, not interested in resisting my desire for the human. The moan that escapes her when I pull her against my waist makes me smile against her neck. I relax my grip on her neck and slide my hand down until it’s splayed between her shoulder blades.
Learning forward, I tip her back and one of her hands slams backwards to prop herself up even as her head drops back, keeping her throat open to me. She gasps and jolts when my arousal presses against her hot core, and I grind down harder against her, eager for the day when she begs me to take her with my cock as well my fangs.
Her nipples are hard against my chest, and her other hand has slid up my shoulder to my neck, as if she can control me as I had her.
A sharp scent breaks through the haze of feeding, along with purposefully loud footsteps. I growl again, and the footsteps hesitate before continuing. Dammit.
I ease Eloise upright, no longer suckling at her neck and instead lapping the punctures with my tongue to promote quick healing, as well as clean her neck of any blood to tempt my visitor.
I will be the only vampire to taste her sweetness.
I pull away, sated and yet not nearly enough. Especially as she looks at me with eyes glazed with pleasure, the scent of her arousal drowning out every other emotion. Her brown eyes go to my lips, her hand sliding from my neck to my chest as I straighten, and damn, I’m tempted to give in to that silent plea.
But no, I won’t kiss her until she asks. And after I pull my hips back from hers, the haze of desire fades quickly, her brows narrowing in silent accusation.
“Ashe will be here in a moment,” I say, before darting my tongue out to steal another taste of her blood.
Eloise hops off of the desk, scrubbing at her neck with the heel of her palm as I fall back enough for her to escape. She’s at the chair, collecting her laptop, teacup and half-empty plate when the vampire in question taps a knuckle on the opened door.
“Leave the dishes,” I order her as I gesture for Ashe to enter. “Someone else will collect them.”
She ignores me entirely, balancing the cup on the plate carefully on top of her laptop, and heads to the doorway.
“Hello, Ashe,” she greets politely. “Have you been able to check on my plants?”
The dark-haired vampire smiles down at her, and I grip the back of my chair tightly, gritting my teeth to keep back the jealous demand he never smile again.
“I have,” he answers. “In fact, I’m glad you’re here. I was going to suggest I bring them here, as it may be some time before Deidre returns to your apartment.”
Eloise sends me a scathing and suspicious look, before turning back to Ashe, her tone full of more grace than she’s ever spoken with me. “I would appreciate that. Hopefully Deidre will be back soon, but she’s not the greatest with plants.”
