it through your head that you don’t stop. Not until you’re dead, you don’t ever stop. Because he won’t stop. You go after him, and that ruthless vampire will rip out your throat for being bothersome. Now...get up!”
* * *
Two instincts warred within Victor. The first, the loudest, wanted to pick her up from the ground, crush her to his side and make sure she never saw hurt or pain again. But the second one, the violent one, saw a woman he craved, vulnerable and wide-eyed, in a helpless position. His teeth elongated, hunger burning in him to ravage her on the spot.
She lay there, panting. Her breasts rising and falling as she gasped for breath. The pulse in her neck fluttering with mad insistence, calling to him. His cock hardened, and he could almost taste the blood rushing through her veins.
A small voice whispered warning. That this human, this blood slave, was delicate. Fragile. If he fell on her now, he’d do damage he could never reverse. Not just the physical kind.
“Lucy...move.” He didn’t know if he said it more for her benefit or for his. “Crawl if you have to, but you do not stay still.”
“Go to hell.” But she began to drag herself away.
It put a smile on his face.
Victor crouched down beside her, not bothering to attack a second time. What would be the point? “You know what else humans are?”
She raised her middle finger in the air.
He laughed. “Humans are tough. If I told you to stop now, would you?”
She whipped her head around to him. “No.” Rising on unsteady legs, she turned to face him, slowly dropping into the defensive posture he’d taught her. She grimaced but held. “You’re right about the fact that he’s not going to take it easy on me, so I can’t expect you to.”
“Good girl,” he said softly.
The previous hunger for her blood had abated, but now a different kind of appetite rushed to the surface. Victor studied this beautiful woman, her strawberry blond hair wild and untamed. Her cheeks pink from exertion, hazel green eyes dark with emotion. He took it all in, his heart thudding hard in response.
A small part of him regretted offering her the chance to put off their liaison for another night. A different part knew with unwavering certainty, however, that a simple night of denial would make her taking that much more potent. When they came together, it would be a momentous event that rocked his world. He refused to think about what would happen when he was forced to let her go.
“You want to try again, or should we move on to drills?”
“Which is easier?” she grumbled.
Without looking at a watch or consulting the sky, he said, “It’s a little after midnight. Why don’t we do drills for a few more hours? Then afterward I’ll give you one final chance to tag me. You don’t do it by dawn, then I collect regular payment. If, however, it snows in summer, hell freezes over, pigs fly, the sun rises in the west and you tag me, we’ll call it a night with my lips on yours.”
Her mouth twitched up at the corners. “You’re such a jerk. I could do it.”
“Yeah, you sure can. As soon as there are two Thursdays in a week,” Victor teased, a small attempt at infusing her with confidence. While she wasn’t bad , she’d need a lot of training to defeat Sage. Like yesterday, she would only manage to do something to the ancient vampire through sheer dumb luck.
But he had to give her some small credit. Lucy put her weight on her back leg like he’d shown her, prepared to come at him. She didn’t have a lot of skill, but something sinister drove her. The unrelenting tenacity made him keep going when every nagging voice in his head said to let her down easy. She could be someone else’s problem if he turned his back.
That also meant letting her go though, and his stomach clenched at that thought.
“Who knows about this place?” he asked to distract the aggravating thoughts.
Lucy kept working through the left-right crossover combo.
* * *
Two instincts warred within Victor. The first, the loudest, wanted to pick her up from the ground, crush her to his side and make sure she never saw hurt or pain again. But the second one, the violent one, saw a woman he craved, vulnerable and wide-eyed, in a helpless position. His teeth elongated, hunger burning in him to ravage her on the spot.
She lay there, panting. Her breasts rising and falling as she gasped for breath. The pulse in her neck fluttering with mad insistence, calling to him. His cock hardened, and he could almost taste the blood rushing through her veins.
A small voice whispered warning. That this human, this blood slave, was delicate. Fragile. If he fell on her now, he’d do damage he could never reverse. Not just the physical kind.
“Lucy...move.” He didn’t know if he said it more for her benefit or for his. “Crawl if you have to, but you do not stay still.”
“Go to hell.” But she began to drag herself away.
It put a smile on his face.
Victor crouched down beside her, not bothering to attack a second time. What would be the point? “You know what else humans are?”
She raised her middle finger in the air.
He laughed. “Humans are tough. If I told you to stop now, would you?”
She whipped her head around to him. “No.” Rising on unsteady legs, she turned to face him, slowly dropping into the defensive posture he’d taught her. She grimaced but held. “You’re right about the fact that he’s not going to take it easy on me, so I can’t expect you to.”
“Good girl,” he said softly.
The previous hunger for her blood had abated, but now a different kind of appetite rushed to the surface. Victor studied this beautiful woman, her strawberry blond hair wild and untamed. Her cheeks pink from exertion, hazel green eyes dark with emotion. He took it all in, his heart thudding hard in response.
A small part of him regretted offering her the chance to put off their liaison for another night. A different part knew with unwavering certainty, however, that a simple night of denial would make her taking that much more potent. When they came together, it would be a momentous event that rocked his world. He refused to think about what would happen when he was forced to let her go.
“You want to try again, or should we move on to drills?”
“Which is easier?” she grumbled.
Without looking at a watch or consulting the sky, he said, “It’s a little after midnight. Why don’t we do drills for a few more hours? Then afterward I’ll give you one final chance to tag me. You don’t do it by dawn, then I collect regular payment. If, however, it snows in summer, hell freezes over, pigs fly, the sun rises in the west and you tag me, we’ll call it a night with my lips on yours.”
Her mouth twitched up at the corners. “You’re such a jerk. I could do it.”
“Yeah, you sure can. As soon as there are two Thursdays in a week,” Victor teased, a small attempt at infusing her with confidence. While she wasn’t bad , she’d need a lot of training to defeat Sage. Like yesterday, she would only manage to do something to the ancient vampire through sheer dumb luck.
But he had to give her some small credit. Lucy put her weight on her back leg like he’d shown her, prepared to come at him. She didn’t have a lot of skill, but something sinister drove her. The unrelenting tenacity made him keep going when every nagging voice in his head said to let her down easy. She could be someone else’s problem if he turned his back.
That also meant letting her go though, and his stomach clenched at that thought.
“Who knows about this place?” he asked to distract the aggravating thoughts.
Lucy kept working through the left-right crossover combo.
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