Series: The Un Series by Izzy Sweet
Total pages in book: 109
Estimated words: 109192 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 546(@200wpm)___ 437(@250wpm)___ 364(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 109192 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 546(@200wpm)___ 437(@250wpm)___ 364(@300wpm)
This is like an entirely new world.
A new world I want to live in forever.
Unfortunately, in my enthusiasm I accidentally nick myself on his fangs.
Still numb to pain, I don’t even realize it until I taste blood.
My blood.
Raphael suddenly rips himself away from me with a stricken look.
Not ready to end this new experience, my body pulsing and thrumming, I pant, “Why did you stop?”
EIGHT
RAPHAEL
Alena tastes sweet and innocent as I hungrily devour her mouth. Whatever is tainting her blood is buried beneath her skin, giving me full rein to enjoy her as I please.
As Asher said, she won’t be tainted forever.
This truth only makes me kiss her harder, wanting to be even closer to her.
Aching to be whole.
And thanks to her letting me inside her, completing one side of our bond, I know she’s enjoying this moment as much as I am.
All my vampire senses are focused on her and only her. Her taste. The way her tongue moves, inexperienced but eager.
Eager for me.
She smashes her breasts against my chest, and I delight in her hard nipples pressing into my shirt.
Delight in the throbbing desire pooling between her thighs.
And her arousal scenting the air around us…
Unfortunately, our little hedonistic moment is ruined when she accidentally cuts herself on my fangs and her bitter blood spills into my mouth.
It’s my fault, entirely.
My excitement my undoing.
You’d think after five hundred fucking years, I would be able to control my fangs.
But no.
I’m like a stupid, horny teenager.
If I thought she wouldn’t be frightened, I would slap the fuck out of myself.
And I’m sorely tempted to ask Asher to give me a good thump for my carelessness.
For destroying the amazing few moments when we were chasing our desire for each other together.
Mentally berating myself for a few seconds, I try to get myself back into the moment. I can’t continue to focus on all of my mistakes.
The kiss. Think of the kiss, I tell myself.
I ignored everything.
The car.
The direction we drove.
The others surrounding us.
I was fixating on her again. Utterly fascinated by how she was responding to me.
But this bitter taste in my mouth…
It’s not her taste.
Not the taste I crave with all of my being.
Pouting, she leans back and asks again, “Why did you stop? It felt so good.”
Just hearing her say it felt so good has my erection straining against my pants to be free.
With her bitter taste still lingering, trying to spoil the experience of our first kiss, I press my forehead against hers and murmur a lie. “We were getting carried away, and I’d rather continue this in private.”
This fucking car doesn’t give us much room to move around. And there’s no privacy for a more intimate experience.
I’d rather not undress her or take her in front of my family, if I can avoid it.
Looking away from Alena, I ask the others, “How much fucking farther do we have to go?”
“We’re a couple minutes out,” Matthias says with a growl. “Fucking wolves have us on some kind of goat path to wherever they’re sending us.”
Whatever else Matthias is going on a rant about, I ignore. The only thing I need to know is how much time we have until Alena and I can be alone.
There are things that need to be said.
And to be done.
Moving back in for another touch of her lips, I probe at her side of the bond.
Her eagerness pulses brightly, like a beacon. The desire to experience something new and pleasurable is almost overwhelming.
It’s as if she’s never felt real pleasure before…
“Come to me,” I command.
I want… no, need, our bond to be fully open.
But I only get confusion from her.
She knew how to open for me, but she doesn’t know how to do it in reverse.
And fuck if I know how to explain it.
I need her to reopen my side of the bond. To drop that fucking wall blocking it off.
But you can’t command someone to do something they don’t know how to do.
I fucking hate not having full access to her. She is my soulmarked and there should be no barriers between us.
But the wall is still blocking off half of our connection.
My half, specifically.
I can feel her, but she can feel nothing from me.
And this will not fucking do.
She needs to know how I feel about her. She needs it so the turning won’t terrify her.
If anything, the long centuries have taught me that patience is not a virtue I possess in abundance.
“Drop your wall,” I order.
“I don’t know how…” she says.
Dammit.
How are we going to get past this?
Not knowing what else to do, I kiss her.
I expect to taste the bitter blood again, but there’s only the vaguest hint it was ever there.
Pulling back, I look at her in confusion.
“What?” she begs, her body shuddering with need.
Holding her back, I say, “Wait.”