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I should tell her to go.
I should dissolve into mist or shift into my bat form and escape through one of the windows.
Instead, I set the dumbbell back in its cradle and sit up, watching her cross the room, keenly aware of the sweat trickling down my chest and how much I wish it was her tongue teasing between my pecs. My brief workout has done nothing to take the edge off my hunger for this woman. And seeing her now, fucking gorgeous even in the harsh glare of the fluorescent lights, I can’t believe I ever found her anything but beautiful.
Stunning.
And oh-so-fucking tempting.
“Why are you here?” I ask, my voice thick with desire I couldn’t hide if I tried.
“Why are you here?” she shoots back, setting her open purse on the towel table by the wall. “We’re supposed to be at the party, convincing everyone we’re falling madly in love.”
“In lust,” I correct. “No one who’s known me more than a decade will believe I’d fall in love again, let alone this quickly.”
Her brows furrows. “Is that why you were sad in the chapel? Did the ceremony remind you of when—”
“I wasn’t sad,” I cut in, not wanting to talk about my wife, not even long enough to explain that we were married while I was still human or that I’ve never been part of the Three Points ceremony as a groom.
She props her hands on her hips, the motion causing the fabric covering her breasts to mold even more tightly to her curves, sending a shockwave of hunger rocketing through my system. “So, you’re what? Cranky? Again? You do realize how little time we have left before the wedding, right? If we want to save Colin and Annie, we don’t have the luxury of indulging your vampire mood swings.”
Before I make the conscious decision to move, I’m across the room, scooping Blaire up in my arms and pressing her back against the wall. “I’m not having a mood swing,” I whisper inches from her lips, my voice as tight and close to snapping as my control. “I’m trying to keep you safe. From the others. And from myself.”
Her breath feathers across my mouth. “Because you want to kill me?”
“No, I don’t want to kill you, Blaire,” I whisper, skimming my fingers down the column of her throat as my fangs lengthen. “But I do want to taste you, preferably while you’re riding my cock and coming so fucking hard, I can feel every inch of your pussy gripping me tight as your blood flows down my throat.”
Her pulse races faster beneath my fingertips, a siren’s call it’s fucking hellish to resist. “Sounds painful. For me.”
“It wouldn’t be.” I lean in, inhaling the intoxicating fragrance of her skin. “When we feed during sex, all our lovers feel is pleasure.” I skim my free hand down the curve of her waist to grip her hip, nearly losing my mind as she lets out a soft, turned on moan in response. “And I would only drink a little.”
“Is this the vampire version of ‘just the tip’?” she asks, gripping my shoulders as she drops her head back, meeting my no-doubt lust-fogged gaze with one of her own.
“Just the tip?” I echo.
“It’s something teen boys say, when they’re trying to convince you to have sex with them. That they’ll just put the tip inside.” She swallows, her throat working. “But spoiler alert—it’s never just the tip.”
“No,” I murmur, cock thickening as her nipples tighten beneath the soft fabric of her dress. “I wouldn’t imagine so. But I’m not a boy. I’m a two-hundred-year-old vampire with experience keeping my urges in check.”
“Are you sure about that?” she asks, casting a pointed gaze at my ever pointier teeth. “Seems to me that vampires and teenagers have a lot in common. They both like to wear lots of black, play angsty music, and suffer from poor impulse control.”
My lips hook up as I ask, “Are you naked with your legs wrapped around my waist right now? Begging me to fuck your drenched little pussy?” Her lips part but I cut her off before she can answer, “Don’t bother, goblin. I know you’re wet. I can smell that, too. Smell how sweet and salty and fucking delicious you’d taste on my tongue.” I squeeze her hip tighter, making her brown eyes darken. “Just say the word and I’ll show you what a man can do to your body when he isn’t obligated to draw breath.”
She shivers and her nipples poke even more insistently through her dress, but she shakes her head. “I told you. I have no interest in being your spicy chicken wrap. My blood stays in my body. The end.”
“All right.” I bend my head, letting my nose brush lightly against hers. “Just sex then. No feeding. That’s probably for the best. Once you’ve come with a vampire at your throat, all other orgasms pale in comparison. I would ruin you for other men, witch. Absolutely ruin you.”
“There are so many things I want to say to you right now,” she mutters, her breath coming faster as I press a kiss to her neck and she arches closer in response, her body clearly not as fussy about vampire fangs as her brain.
“Then say them,” I murmur, pressing another kiss to her clavicle as I cup her breast through her dress, brushing my thumb over her swollen nipple.
She flinches and sucks in a breath. “God, that feels…”
“Good?” I prompt, rolling the taut flesh lightly between my fingers.
“Terrible,” she says, almost panting now. “I don’t want to want you. I know better than to trust you. And sleeping together would be stupid. What if Annie and Colin do end up getting married and we have to face each other at holiday dinners every year with weird sex memories lingering in the air and making everything awkward and bad?”
“They won’t get married,” I say, guiding her dress slowly off her shoulder. “And the sex memories won’t be weird. It’ll be the best fuck of your life, little goblin. I can promise you that.”
