Brooke.
She’s frowning at us like a petulant child. Suddenly, I get the feeling this kitten has claws. I look at Ortiz. What did you promise?
His mind snaps closed and anger tightens his jaw. He takes Brooke’s arm. “Anna has changed her mind. She wants to be alone with Edie.”
I changed my mind? I open my mouth to snarl a reply but Edie distracts me. She’s picked up the raincoat and drapes it over an arm. “No problem. Let’s go.” She pulls a small penknife from the pocket of the coat and runs the blade over her tongue. She runs her tongue over her lips, smearing them with blood. “I’m ready.”
When she smiles, my insides start to quake.
I’m ready, too.
Brooke stomps off to another part of the house. A slamming door makes me think if Ortiz expects to get anything from Brooke in the near future, sex or blood, he’s going to have to do some serious groveling.
Ortiz recovers enough to offer Edie and me the use of a guest room. He escorts us down a hallway, opens the door, and leaves us to, I assume, begin the groveling.
As soon as the bedroom door closes behind us, Edie tosses the raincoat onto a chair and lays down. She stretches her hands over her head and grabs onto the headboard. Her body is long and lush. She licks her lips again, the blood is bright red and shines like liquid rubies.
I find myself licking my own lips.
I take off my jacket and lay it over her coat on the chair.
It’s all I take off.
I perch myself on the side of the bed, suddenly feeling foolish and uncertain what to do next.
My throat tightens when I try to speak. I make a ridiculous croaking sound.
Edie laughs. “Are you nervous? I can’t believe it. You don’t have to be, you know. I’ve done this before—with men and women.”
She waits for me to say something. I don’t know what to say. I’ve fed from women before at Beso de la Muerte, but there it’s a controlled situation and neither of us is naked.
She props herself up, leaning back on her elbows, and studies my face. “You’ve never had sex with a woman, have you?”
And I don’t intend to now. I swallow a few times to make sure what comes out of my mouth won’t be another undignified croak and say, “Edie, I don’t think this is going to work. I can’t give you what you want.”
She tilts her head. The bloody tip of her tongue flicks toward me like an invitation. “But I can give you what you want. Why don’t we give it a try?”
She turns on her side and lifts her hair, offering me her neck. The smell of her, pheromones, blood, a hint of lavender, melts my resolve. I lay down and fit my body against hers.
The vampire in me is ready, responding with a snarl and a sharp intake of breath. I hold her, one hand at her neck, one around her waist. She pushes back against me, rubbing her body against mine. I feel her shudder, feel her excitement through my clothes.
I nuzzle her neck, find her pulse point with my tongue. All my senses throb with anticipation. When I open her neck and begin to drink, she moans. She takes my hand and pushes it down, between her legs, holding it there with her own. I’m lost in my own passion; I don’t fight her. A kaleidoscope of exploding sensations turns my world bloodred with heat and pleasure.
I drink.
It’s all there is in the world. Hunger to be sated. The blood, her blood, warms me, fills me, completes me.
I’m sorry when it’s time to stop.
Reluctantly, though, I drag myself back, withdraw my teeth from her neck, use my tongue to close the wounds.
All the while, she’s writhing against me, moaning, her hands manipulating mine. When my fingers slip inside her, she cries out. She’s hot and wet and feels like silk. Her orgasm builds, powerful, pulsing. I feel it. A new sensation for me. Not entirely unpleasant. I finger her until she comes. I’m no longer reluctant and no longer afraid. It seems the least I can do—give her sex.
Didn’t she just give me life?
CHAPTER 21
W HEN I WAS HUMAN,
She’s frowning at us like a petulant child. Suddenly, I get the feeling this kitten has claws. I look at Ortiz. What did you promise?
His mind snaps closed and anger tightens his jaw. He takes Brooke’s arm. “Anna has changed her mind. She wants to be alone with Edie.”
I changed my mind? I open my mouth to snarl a reply but Edie distracts me. She’s picked up the raincoat and drapes it over an arm. “No problem. Let’s go.” She pulls a small penknife from the pocket of the coat and runs the blade over her tongue. She runs her tongue over her lips, smearing them with blood. “I’m ready.”
When she smiles, my insides start to quake.
I’m ready, too.
Brooke stomps off to another part of the house. A slamming door makes me think if Ortiz expects to get anything from Brooke in the near future, sex or blood, he’s going to have to do some serious groveling.
Ortiz recovers enough to offer Edie and me the use of a guest room. He escorts us down a hallway, opens the door, and leaves us to, I assume, begin the groveling.
As soon as the bedroom door closes behind us, Edie tosses the raincoat onto a chair and lays down. She stretches her hands over her head and grabs onto the headboard. Her body is long and lush. She licks her lips again, the blood is bright red and shines like liquid rubies.
I find myself licking my own lips.
I take off my jacket and lay it over her coat on the chair.
It’s all I take off.
I perch myself on the side of the bed, suddenly feeling foolish and uncertain what to do next.
My throat tightens when I try to speak. I make a ridiculous croaking sound.
Edie laughs. “Are you nervous? I can’t believe it. You don’t have to be, you know. I’ve done this before—with men and women.”
She waits for me to say something. I don’t know what to say. I’ve fed from women before at Beso de la Muerte, but there it’s a controlled situation and neither of us is naked.
She props herself up, leaning back on her elbows, and studies my face. “You’ve never had sex with a woman, have you?”
And I don’t intend to now. I swallow a few times to make sure what comes out of my mouth won’t be another undignified croak and say, “Edie, I don’t think this is going to work. I can’t give you what you want.”
She tilts her head. The bloody tip of her tongue flicks toward me like an invitation. “But I can give you what you want. Why don’t we give it a try?”
She turns on her side and lifts her hair, offering me her neck. The smell of her, pheromones, blood, a hint of lavender, melts my resolve. I lay down and fit my body against hers.
The vampire in me is ready, responding with a snarl and a sharp intake of breath. I hold her, one hand at her neck, one around her waist. She pushes back against me, rubbing her body against mine. I feel her shudder, feel her excitement through my clothes.
I nuzzle her neck, find her pulse point with my tongue. All my senses throb with anticipation. When I open her neck and begin to drink, she moans. She takes my hand and pushes it down, between her legs, holding it there with her own. I’m lost in my own passion; I don’t fight her. A kaleidoscope of exploding sensations turns my world bloodred with heat and pleasure.
I drink.
It’s all there is in the world. Hunger to be sated. The blood, her blood, warms me, fills me, completes me.
I’m sorry when it’s time to stop.
Reluctantly, though, I drag myself back, withdraw my teeth from her neck, use my tongue to close the wounds.
All the while, she’s writhing against me, moaning, her hands manipulating mine. When my fingers slip inside her, she cries out. She’s hot and wet and feels like silk. Her orgasm builds, powerful, pulsing. I feel it. A new sensation for me. Not entirely unpleasant. I finger her until she comes. I’m no longer reluctant and no longer afraid. It seems the least I can do—give her sex.
Didn’t she just give me life?
CHAPTER 21
W HEN I WAS HUMAN,
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