Her eyes darken, roaming all over me, centering on the thick ridge straining my zipper. “Can vampires have sex?” Her mouth opens as if she’s shocked by her own question. “Crap, I didn’t mean to ask that.”
“Do you want to have sex with me, Allison?” I lean closer, caging her against the stone wall of my home. “Don’t lie to me.”
She swallows. “No.”
I laugh. “Liar. I can smell your arousal. Your blood is boiling with it.”
She tries to step away, but I’ve got her pinned. “I… I,” she tries to form a sentence.
“Don’t worry. I’ll never touch you.”
She reacts to my words as if I’ve slapped her across the face. “Why?”
I smile, knowing she wants my touch as much as I want to give it. “Because if I touch you, you might lose your power, and I won’t allow that to happen.”
I step away from her, knowing I can’t take this any further than I already have. I open the door that leads to my master suite, and usher her inside so I can clean up and wash away the blood from the man in the woods.
Allison stops in front of the dresser’s mirror and jabs her index finger at it. “You have a reflection.” she says, still trying to find ways to not accept the truth.
“All vampires have a reflection. That’s a myth Hollywood made up.”
“What else did they make up?” she asks as she leans closer to the mirror, inspecting the miniscule bite marks on her neck.
“Well, we don’t fucking sparkle in the sunlight.”
She catches my gaze in the mirror. “What other powers do you have?”
I move closer and put my hand to her warm neck, uncharacteristically relieved when she doesn’t flinch from me. “Prepare for a miracle.” I close my eyes, keeping my hand over the bite mark on her skin. In a few seconds, I feel her cells healing, stitching themselves back together. When I open my eyes and drop my hand, the wound has vanished. “Look at your neck.”
She leans in closer to the glass, inspecting the unblemished area. “Wow,” she says. “Can you bring me back from the dead?”
I shake my head. “Sorry, it’s only minimal scrapes and wounds.”
“What else?” She turns around to face me. “You can talk in my head. Can other vampires do that?”
“No, only me.”
“Can other vampires heal?”
“Only the strongest vampires have my ability.”
“What else?” she asks, eager for the knowledge.
I chuckle. “Let’s not worry too much about what I’ve got and focus on your powers.”
She looks up at me through hooded lashes, and with the light of the moon bouncing off her silky white skin, I marvel at her beauty. “Can I ask one more question?”
I nod. But I know what’s coming. Like everyone I sip from, she’s lust-struck. She’s in a state of arousal, I see it in her dilated pupils, in the way her nipples strain against her shirt. I’ve always seen it as a curse… until now. I’d like nothing more than to bend her over the bed and fuck it right out of her. Call me old-fashioned but I want her legs over my shoulders and my tongue in her pussy because she wants it. Not because a false aphrodisiac is pumping through her system.
She sidles up to me, stopping inches away. “What if I wouldn’t lose my powers?” She trails her hand across her abdomen, and I track her movements, wishing it were my tongue instead.
“What you’re feeling isn’t real. It’s an effect of the bite. It’ll wear off soon.”
“Why are you clenching your fists? So you don’t touch me?”
“I don’t want to touch you, Allison, because I might break you.”
“You can piece me back together again.” She steps closer and licks her lips, dragging her teeth across the plump lower one. Her hand slides up my chest and my resolve snaps.