Grace by Mina Carter Page B

was the unshakeable belief that he wouldn’t hurt her. She trusted him. Humbled, he closed his mouth and his fangs receded to little more than points. The urge to bite her, just a little nip, a tiny taste, still remained, but he was in control.
    “Me big scary vampire, of course I want to bite you,” he told her, sliding his hand around and lightly tickling along her ribcage. Ticklish as all hell, Grace squirmed against him and giggled.
    It broke the mood, as he’d intended, so he stopped and gathered her to him. His eyes were serious as he sought hers.
    “Grace, I want very much to bite you. I want to lay you down and make love to you; I want to feel you tight around me as I slide my fangs into your throat. I want to feel you come as I drink from you. Then I want you to ride me, and do the same to me. Drink from me. ” He drew in a shuddering breath at the thought. “I want you to drink from me, not a vial anymore.”
    Grace’s breath caught, surprise evident on her face. “The herbs . They weren’t herbs at all, were they? Am I a vampire? Bride of Frankenstein or something?”
    Jaron chuckled, but desire clouded Grace’s eyes as she lifted her hand and smoothed a gentle finger over his lip. He caught it as she pushed the lip back to get a look at his fangs, curiosity and wonder on her face.
    “Careful, just one cut is enough.” He warned her. “No, you’re not a vampire yet. You’ve taken my blood, which is the first part of the conversion. For you to be fully turned I have to take yours.” Another shudder racked his body, his cock pulsing in the confines of his pants.
     
    “You want to.” Grace guessed the truth. Everything had taken on a somewhat surreal quality. She stood here in a vampire’s arms, blood marring the walls around them and they were calmly discussing how much he wanted her to drink his blood. Shouldn’t that be the other way around, him bending her over and muttering ‘I vant to suck your blood’?
    Jaron bit his lip, the sharp fang pushing down on the full flesh. He looked down at her with a combination of need and longing, the fine tremble in his body evidence of his iron control.
    “Yeah, I want to. I want you, Grace, forever.”
    She nodded slowly, realising she had the real power here.
    “Always,” he murmured, obviously picking thoughts out of her head again.
    “Oi you, stop that.” She slapped him on the arm, giving him a look of mock fury. She knew what she wanted, the yammering in the back of her head silent under the force of her will.
    He grinned. “What’s it worth?”
    “Pevert. You have a one track mind. Or is it two tracks for a vampire. Sex and blood?”
    He pulled her closer, his hand gently running up the length of her spine. “With you, both. Blood exchange is part of lovemaking for us.”
    Grace nodded. She looked deeply into his eyes so he could read and see her decision. “Then do it; bite me, Dracula.” she said, tilting her head to the side and baring her neck.
    “Grace, you don’t know what you’re saying. If I do this, you’ll become like me—a creature of the night. You’ll be giving up everything. Your dancing. Everything.”
    “I can still dance. We’ll find a way, Jaron. I want to be with you. Always. Please. Do it.”
    Jaron shuddered and closed his eyes as she offered him everything he’d ever wanted. All the arguments about why he shouldn’t swirled in his brain and disappeared under one startling truth. She knew he was a vampire and she wasn’t bothered. There was no fear in her eyes…apprehension, yes, but not fear. And she didn’t look at him as though he was a monster.
    As he smiled, the wounds Julia had left on his soul disappeared. He leaned down and licked her neck. A quick brush of his tongue against her silken skin over the pulsing vein. He pulled back with regret and looked around. “Not here, though, you deserve better.”
    He bent down and the next second she was in his arms, cradled against his chest as he strode