hand.
“I said watch me!”
She had no choice. Her head whipped around and met his deep amber gaze. She watched with blurry vision as he brought his hand to his mouth. His lips parted and peeled back from his teeth, revealing two pointed canines. They caught the light in the room and seemed to glow as his pink tongue jutted out from behind them and made a long, slow lap at the top of his hand, then once again in the palm. He held it out to her to examine.
“Seeing is believing, Doctor.”
She looked down at his hand where he had impaled it with the nail file. There was nothing there. No mark, no scar, no blood. All of it was gone, as if it had never happened. Her heart slammed against her chest once again. She panicked and let go of the death grip she had on Kalin’s hand. She scrambled across the bed to the other side.
“You’re crazy. Both of you! I don’t know what the hell you did or how you did it, but I want out of here—now! I swear I won’t tell anyone, and I will find someone else to help you, but you have to let me out of here. You aren’t vampires, you’re just crazy. That wasn’t proof. That was a mental disorder coming out to play!”
Taris’ chest heaved, his breath raging from him like a bull’s. Kalin raised a hand to his arm, taking the nail file from him.
“You have to believe, Sarah,” Kalin whispered. “Please, search your reason. You have to believe.”
“I don’t have to believe shit! This is just nuts, plain and simple. There is no such thing as vampires.”
“I wouldn’t say that shit if I were you,” Taris hissed from behind his teeth. He was throwing off heat and anger in waves that were smacking her square in the face. It didn’t matter. She had crossed the line with these people, and she knew it. She accepted it. The fact that they were trying to pull one over on her spun her into a dimension of pissed that had rarely been visited. With the exception of the events that had gotten her suspended from work, it had been years since she had lost her temper, but this? The rage she felt during the TV showdown was a moon-cast shadow to how she felt now.
“Oh, you wouldn’t, huh?” She sucked in a deep breath and straightened her stance. She crossed her arms, and her eyes locked with his.
“There is no. Such. Thing. As. Vampires!”
The moment those last word left her lips, a low growl ripped through the air, tearing the fabric of everything that was normal.
“Taris! No!” Kalin screamed. But it was too late. Before she knew what was happening, Taris literally flew over the expanse of the bed, jerking her up off her feet and planting the two of them firmly against the wall. He gripped her entire body against his, his iron-corded arms holding her tight against him as he pushed her head aside with his own. He held her so tight that she couldn’t talk.
She couldn’t scream. All she could do was stare at him with her wide, brown eyes. That growl, dear God, it was coming from him. He ripped the fabric away from her shoulder with his teeth, and she felt his hair brush against her skin, and then the pain tore through her.
Those canines were digging down into her flesh. She felt his mouth close over her collarbone, felt his tongue flicking back and forth, sending searing jolts through her body. She lost all reason and sense. She shut out Kalin’s cries for him to stop, focusing solely on the hum rattling in his chest and radiating through to her back. The pain subsided, leaving only the feeling of exquisite sting. Without letting her go, he threaded his arms underneath hers, his large hand gently palming the back of her head as he lapped at her skin. The initial growl in his chest turned into a moan.
She felt him pull away, the retreat of his teeth painfully evident. Her vision was becoming hazy, her head swimming in a cloud of impossibility. She was sleepy, but not so tired that she didn’t realize he was running his tongue over her collarbone. With a groan, he
“I said watch me!”
She had no choice. Her head whipped around and met his deep amber gaze. She watched with blurry vision as he brought his hand to his mouth. His lips parted and peeled back from his teeth, revealing two pointed canines. They caught the light in the room and seemed to glow as his pink tongue jutted out from behind them and made a long, slow lap at the top of his hand, then once again in the palm. He held it out to her to examine.
“Seeing is believing, Doctor.”
She looked down at his hand where he had impaled it with the nail file. There was nothing there. No mark, no scar, no blood. All of it was gone, as if it had never happened. Her heart slammed against her chest once again. She panicked and let go of the death grip she had on Kalin’s hand. She scrambled across the bed to the other side.
“You’re crazy. Both of you! I don’t know what the hell you did or how you did it, but I want out of here—now! I swear I won’t tell anyone, and I will find someone else to help you, but you have to let me out of here. You aren’t vampires, you’re just crazy. That wasn’t proof. That was a mental disorder coming out to play!”
Taris’ chest heaved, his breath raging from him like a bull’s. Kalin raised a hand to his arm, taking the nail file from him.
“You have to believe, Sarah,” Kalin whispered. “Please, search your reason. You have to believe.”
“I don’t have to believe shit! This is just nuts, plain and simple. There is no such thing as vampires.”
“I wouldn’t say that shit if I were you,” Taris hissed from behind his teeth. He was throwing off heat and anger in waves that were smacking her square in the face. It didn’t matter. She had crossed the line with these people, and she knew it. She accepted it. The fact that they were trying to pull one over on her spun her into a dimension of pissed that had rarely been visited. With the exception of the events that had gotten her suspended from work, it had been years since she had lost her temper, but this? The rage she felt during the TV showdown was a moon-cast shadow to how she felt now.
“Oh, you wouldn’t, huh?” She sucked in a deep breath and straightened her stance. She crossed her arms, and her eyes locked with his.
“There is no. Such. Thing. As. Vampires!”
The moment those last word left her lips, a low growl ripped through the air, tearing the fabric of everything that was normal.
“Taris! No!” Kalin screamed. But it was too late. Before she knew what was happening, Taris literally flew over the expanse of the bed, jerking her up off her feet and planting the two of them firmly against the wall. He gripped her entire body against his, his iron-corded arms holding her tight against him as he pushed her head aside with his own. He held her so tight that she couldn’t talk.
She couldn’t scream. All she could do was stare at him with her wide, brown eyes. That growl, dear God, it was coming from him. He ripped the fabric away from her shoulder with his teeth, and she felt his hair brush against her skin, and then the pain tore through her.
Those canines were digging down into her flesh. She felt his mouth close over her collarbone, felt his tongue flicking back and forth, sending searing jolts through her body. She lost all reason and sense. She shut out Kalin’s cries for him to stop, focusing solely on the hum rattling in his chest and radiating through to her back. The pain subsided, leaving only the feeling of exquisite sting. Without letting her go, he threaded his arms underneath hers, his large hand gently palming the back of her head as he lapped at her skin. The initial growl in his chest turned into a moan.
She felt him pull away, the retreat of his teeth painfully evident. Her vision was becoming hazy, her head swimming in a cloud of impossibility. She was sleepy, but not so tired that she didn’t realize he was running his tongue over her collarbone. With a groan, he
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