Dinner is interminable. I’m getting more and more turned on at the thought of my fangs sinking into him.
Finally, I can’t wait any longer and bid Devon goodnight with a quick hug and kiss that makes him sigh softly. Dragging Cole upstairs, I once again curse the number of the damn stairs. Pushing open the sitting room door, we both rush to the bedroom, shedding clothes as we go, leaving them in forgotten heaps.
Cole is now eyeing me warily. I think he’s expecting me to bare my fangs and pounce. I smile to show him my regular teeth and he relaxes a bit. He takes me in his arms and kisses me hard. I respond, already aroused by the wait. His hands move over my naked breasts and he tweaks my nipples. I emit a groan of appreciation. He kisses me even harder. I push him to the bed, my Vampire self, aching to dominate. He falls back and I’m on him in a flash. He groans and pulls my mouth back to his. He runs his tongue over my teeth, and I hiss at the slight ache.
I pull back and whisper, “Let me know when you are ready.”
He nods but doesn’t say anything. I kiss him again and position myself over him. Hands on my hips, he pulls me down roughly onto him and I gasp. He is rock hard, clearly as turned on by the wait as I am. I quickly find a rhythm. With my hands on his chest, he laces his over mine and whispers, “Do it.”
I nearly come on the spot but push it down. Gripping his shoulders, I pull him up so he’s sitting upright. His hands return to my hips, pushing himself further into me. I glance quickly into his eyes, now a blue so dark they look black. “Do it,” he whispers again.
Apparently needing to be told twice, I nod and drop my fangs. He gasps in wonder as he sees them for the first time. I lower my mouth to his neck and tilt his head to the side. I nuzzle him, breathing in his delicious scent, feeling his pulse beating against my lips. A quick, sharp bite down has him hissing. He tenses at the pain, but then he soon relaxes as the pleasure takes over. I suckle gently, coaxing his blood into my mouth. I growl deep in my throat at the taste of his blood pouring into my mouth, making me stronger. Oh, it’s been too long since I fed on human blood. I can feel the difference in me already. He moans and encouraged, I bite a bit harder, gripping his shoulders, never stopping the frantic rhythm of my hips. Reluctantly, I release the bite and lick over the puncture marks, which heal over slowly. Looking back into his eyes, my orgasm bursts out, shoving me over the cliff of ecstasy.
Retracting my fangs, I kiss him. He finishes, pumping his cum inside me, gripping my hips to him. I release his shoulders and he slumps back to the bed.
“Holy fuck!” he says in amazement, looking at me with wonder. “That was incredible.”
Basking in the afterglow of fresh human blood, amazing sex and the compliment, I grin smugly. “I told you it would be.”
“Yeah, you did. Fuck me. I’ve been imagining this for days now. It never went like that,” he admits shyly. “Can we do it again?” he asks suddenly.
My awakened need for human blood cries out to me, but I crawl off him holding up a hand. “Slow down, cowboy. I’ve taken enough for one night.”
Looking disappointed, he asks, “Tomorrow then?”
I nod slowly and he smiles again. “I love you, Liv. That was the most intimate, erotic moment of my life.”
I smile softly. “It was good for me too. I’m glad you liked it. I was afraid…” I shrug.
“Why did you wait so long to ask me?” he asks curiously.
“Why didn’t you ask me? That’s how it usually goes,” I ask back.
He ponders that for a moment. “I guess I assumed you’d just do it.” His turn to shrug.
I frown at that revelation. I shake my head. “I would never do that. I would never take your blood without your permission,” I say seriously.
“Oh,” he says after a pause. “Does that violate some kind of Vampire code?” he chuckles.
I shake my head again. “No. It violates you. Makes you a victim,” I say.
He sobers instantly, making me wish I hadn’t been so harsh.
“Hm, I guess I never thought about it that way,” he says, chewing his lip.
I touch his face gently to reassure him and he smiles that half smile that I love.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
I eventually fall into a fitful sleep. It’s unusual for me to be sleeping at this time and with somebody else no less.
I dream that Cole is in danger. No, it’s not Cole. I can see him clearly in the field. I’m running towards him as fast as I can. “Fraser!” I shout, desperate to get to him. He hears me and turns towards me, but no, it’s not Fraser, it’s Devon. I run and run to get to him, but it’s like running underwater. I’m feet away from him when he turns again and it’s Cole. He shouts my name. “Cole!” I shout back, the fear rising as I see the flash of steel from the blade that Gregor is holding, and I scream…
“Liv! Liv wake up. It’s just a dream. It’s just a dream.” Cole is hovering over me as I blink, awake now, trying to gather my thoughts.
“Are you okay?” Cole asks, concern etched on his face.
r /> “Erm,” I say, still a bit disorientated. I shake my head. “Not sure.” It comes out as a mumble.