Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 53656 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 268(@200wpm)___ 215(@250wpm)___ 179(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 53656 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 268(@200wpm)___ 215(@250wpm)___ 179(@300wpm)
“You could be waiting for the perfect moment to strike,” I countered, though I couldn’t deny my instincts weren’t screaming at me that she would. But, then again, I’d lived with Samuel for half my life and didn’t know he was going to betray us.
Something lit over her features, and she nodded, striking out again with a hit I easily deflected.
It was seconds before I had her pinned to the floor again.
I kept a watchful eye on that mouth of hers, both wanting and not wanting her to use that particular brand of weapon against me again.
She bucked her hips against me, and I growled, “Don’t do that.”
“Or what?” she fired back. “You’ll actually lose some of that ridiculous control and back up your cocky mouth with something real?”
I groaned when she did it again, this time lifting her mouth toward mine. I turned my head, knowing if our lips touched that would be it. I only had so much control. “You’re impossible—”
She struck.
Hard and clean and true.
Her fangs sank into my neck, and she sucked on me, my blood spilling into her mouth, each pull turning my veins to fucking lava.
I jolted backward, raising myself up enough to look down at her.
She was smiling, a brighter smile than I’d ever seen before as she licked my blood from her lips. “Mmm,” she groaned. “And here I thought you’d taste dusty.”
My heart thudded in my chest, furiously fast as my vision flickered between thermal and normal. The female had just tripped all my fucking triggers and I was doing my best to shut them down one by one—
The smell of her open vein snapped my attention to her wrist. The one she’d just bit and was offering to me.
I growled, unable to take my eyes off her delicate, bleeding wrist. “You’re playing a dangerous game.”
Her grin deepened. “And from what I’ve heard, you love to play.”
She pushed her wrist to my mouth, and my nostrils flared at the floral scent that hit my nose.
“Drink,” she demanded.
Before I knew what I was doing, I sank my fangs into her wrist and pulled her blood into my mouth.
The warm liquid hit me like the most refreshing beverage in the entire world, all flowers and honeysuckle and stars. Fuck me, she was the best thing I’d ever tasted, and somewhere deep down, I knew it wasn’t because I was starving.
I didn’t even give myself time to think about that as I drank and drank, gorging myself on her blood, every pull filling me with a renewed sense of energy and hope that I’d never experienced before.
“Talon,” she moaned, her voice a whimper laced with need.
Fuck, I was grinding against her as I fed, my instincts driving me to drink, fuck, claim.
I couldn’t fuck her.
I couldn’t.
That was too personal.
But I wasn’t a complete asshole.
I could take care of the edge she was riding.
I shifted above her, sliding my fangs from her flesh and licking the wounds closed. I’d barely finished before her mouth was on mine, the taste of the two of us combining in this cosmic way that had my world turning on its axis.
“My name almost sounded soft on your tongue, little viper,” I said, teasing her tongue with my own.
“Not a chance,” she said, nicking my bottom lip with her fang for good measure. I groaned as she sucked on the small wound before I slid my hand between her thighs.
“You sure?” I asked, raising up so she couldn’t reach my mouth. I teased the hem of her yoga pants, and she went liquid beneath me. “I swore you sounded like you needed something from me when you said it.”
Her lips parted open, her eyes going lust-starved as I worked my hand beneath her pants another inch.
“But if I was wrong…” I pulled my hand out, and she instantly shoved it right back beneath the fabric.
“Talon,” she said again. “Please.”
“Ahh, there are those famous manners.” I plunged my fingers through her heat, my cock twitching at how hot and slick she was.
“Fuck,” I groaned against her mouth, dipping my head to slant my lips over hers as I fucked her with my fingers. I slipped two inside her, swallowing her gasp as she bucked against my hand.
“Yes,” she moaned, one hand flying to my wrist, clinging to it as I fucked her with that hand, and the other spearing into my hair, gripping it tight as she rocked into my fingers. “More. Please, Talon.” She turned her head to the side, exposing her neck.
I didn’t have to be told twice.
I upped my pace, sliding my fingers in and out of her while grinding the heel of my palm against her swollen, needy clit, and just when I felt her pussy start to flutter…
I sank my fangs into her neck.
“Talon!” Her cry of pleasure only fueled my male pride. I pushed her from one orgasm right into another, riding that crest with her as I tasted her pleasure in her blood as I drank.