Forever Bound Series 1-4 Part 28

She sure as h.e.l.l could. "You've got the fangs, sweet, just sink them in." Not like this was her first bite. She must have bled plenty of humans in her time. b.a.s.t.a.r.ds.

Without blood, vamps would turn to dust.

But she was shaking her head at him. "I-I'll just take a quick shower and wash up. I'll heal soon, and everything will be"

Well, d.a.m.n, didn't she want his blood? Now he was starting to feel insulted. "Drink from me." Her whole body was shaking. She needed blood. Take it.

He wasn't gonna sit there while she got weaker. He could help her. Her fangs would sink into his flesh, and she'd feed on him. The other wolves would think he was insane for offering his neck to her. So what? Screw them.

This was for her.

Only she was still shaking her head and looking like he'd just shoved a snake at her face. "I can't."

"You got something against s.h.i.+fter blood?" Which wouldn't make a bit of sense. Paranormals had blood that was far more powerful than that of humans.

And vamps were always about power.

Her gaze dropped to his throat. He saw her eyes widen. Saw the flicker of raw hunger on her face. She wanted his blood. No missing that.

Why wasn't she taking it?

"Y-you don't...understand..." Her gaze was still on his neck. "Drinking is..."

His hands curled around her waist. "I don't want to hear about all the men you've tasted." Because he'd just want to give those jerkoffs a whole world of hurt. Her mouth, on them. His beast roared. Kill. "Just...do it."

Her laughter held a wild edge. "You're not listening to me! I can't!" Her voice dropped as she confessed, "Because I never have before."

What the h.e.l.l?

The words were a lie. They had to be. Drake's hands tightened on her. "You're a vamp. You have to drink to survive."

"Not from a live s-source." Her lips quivered. "I've never...When I drink, I-I use blood bags. I don't take from people! Not directly."

He frowned at her. He'd heard the rumors and whispers about some vamps going all bite-free and trying to blend better with the rest of the world. A newer, more human-friendly vamp.

He'd thought those stories were bulls.h.i.+t.

The vamps who'd attacked him tonight sure hadn't been the blending variety.

"Just...give me a few minutes," Paige told him. She pulled away. Stripped off the rest of her clothessweet h.e.l.lthen stepped into the huge shower with its curtain of steam. "I'll be okay."

The h.e.l.l she would.

She was in his home, back with him, and he was supposed to just stand back while she needed?

His jaw clenched as he gritted out, "We don't have blood bags." Why would they? It wasn't like werewolves entertained vamps. No blood bags on the premises, and there wasn't any d.a.m.n way to get them right then.

Her body slid beneath the pounding water. Paige sighed softly and the sound was like a stroke right over his c.o.c.k.

As she turned beneath the spray, letting the water pour down her back, her eyes began to drift closed. Did she really think he was just gonna walk away? He hadn't bothered to put on a s.h.i.+rt when he'd raced outside. No s.h.i.+rt, no shoes. Just a pair of jeans stained with blood. His hands went to the snap.

When his zipper eased down with a hiss, her eyelids flew back open.

Ah, heard that, did you? A vamp's hearing was almost as good as a s.h.i.+fter's.

Almost.

"Drake?"

He loved the way she whispered his name.

He dropped the jeans and stepped into the shower. Then he positioned his body near hers. "You're drinking from me." He'd be her first at this, just as he'd been the first to take her body.

But she shook her head. "I don't want to hurt you."

"You won't." He pulled her against him. The water covered them both. Was.h.i.+ng away the blood and death. Drake tilted his head to the side. His fingers curled around her chin, and he pulled her toward him. "Just start with a kiss."

Her lips feathered over his skin.

His c.o.c.k hardened even moreand the d.a.m.n thing had already been swollen with need.

Her tongue slid out and licked the side of his neck. The small touch sent a rush of hot need surging through him.

He was supposed to be suffering through this. Giving her sustenance, nothing more. Dealing with the pain of her bite Only there wasn't any pain yet.

Only pleasure.

"I-I can't," she told him again and tried to pull away.

f.u.c.k that.

His hands locked tighter around her. He pushed her back, caging her against the tiled wall of the shower. Then his mouth took hers.

He knew one thing about vampires and their bloodl.u.s.t...s.e.x and blood were always tied for the vamps.

s.e.x and blood.

Her mouth opened beneath his. She kissed him back with a hunger to match his. If this was her when she was weak...

He couldn't wait to see her when Paige was back at full strength.

His tongue slipped into her mouth. Tasted. Enjoyed the moan that rose in the back of her throat.

His c.o.c.k thrust eagerly toward her, pus.h.i.+ng hard because he d.a.m.n well wanted to be inside of her.

Would be...soon.

His breath heaved out when he lifted his head. "Drink from me."

The edge of her fangs glistened behind her slick lips.

Drake lifted his hand to his throat. His claws were out, and he sliced a thin line down the side of his throat. The better to tempt his little vamp.

The darkness of her pupils expanded in her eyes. "Drake."

"I want you to drink from me."

Her gaze was on the blood that dripped down his throat. Her fangs were lengthening. "Don't...don't let me hurt you."

What was a little pain? Sometimes, it could even make the pleasure sweeter. He'd learned that lesson long ago, but he just told her, "You won't."

Her mouth went back to his throat. Kissed the skin. Sucked lightly along his flesh.

d.a.m.n. He held onto his control with every ounce of strength he had. But her body was wet, soft, and smooth. Her silken legs rubbed against his. Her b.r.e.a.s.t.stight with those pebbled nipplespushed into his chest.

Then she licked at the blood on his throat.

His teeth ground together. His c.o.c.k was so aroused that he felt like he'd erupt any minute.

Only in her.

She moaned low in her throat and licked him again. Again. She sucked his flesh once more, and he felt the score of her teeth on him.

Okay, this is it. She'll slice into me, but it won't last long and And her teeth sank into him.

f.u.c.k, f.u.c.k, f.u.c.k!

This wasn't about pain and degradation. This wasn't about a vamp's bite tearing and slicing prey.

It was about pleasure.

Because that was all he could feel then. A white-hot burst of pleasure that seemed to fill his veins and course through his body. So much pleasure that his control shattered in an instant. There was no holding back.

There was only...Paige.

He lifted her up against that tiled wall. Spread her legs.

Her mouth was still on him, lips, tongue, teeth...

His fingers slid over her core. Pushed inside her s.e.x. So wet. So hot. She clamped down on him and held tight.

The water thundered down over him. Steam surrounded them.

In her.

He positioned his c.o.c.k. Stroked over her c.l.i.t. Loved her ragged moan.

The head of his c.o.c.k pressed into her. Her s.e.x stretched, straining around him. He wanted to see her, wanted to pull back But he couldn't.

Drake drove into her as deep and as hard as he could. And it was just like he remembered. Tight. Hot. Heaven.

He pulled back. Thrust deep. Again and again. He lifted her up, positioning her so that she had to take all that he gave her. There was no hiding or holding back, not for either of them.

His fingers kept stroking over her c.l.i.t. The way he knew she liked. The way that would make her Scream.

Paige lifted her mouth from his neck. Her eyes were wide, wild, and her lips were flushed red. The scream of pleasure slipped past those red lips even as he felt the contractions of her o.r.g.a.s.m around his c.o.c.k.

So good.

He kept thrusting. Faster. Harder. Rougher.

The wolf liked it rough.

So did the man.

She wrapped her legs around his hips. Wrapped her arms around his shoulders.

And she kissed him.

This time, the pleasure was his. A deep, wrenching pleasure that washed over him as he climaxed inside of her. The release blinded him and f.u.c.king seemed to gut him as it went on and on, hollowing out his body.

When the climax ended, he didn't release her.

Because he wasn't letting her go, not ever again.

Chapter Five.

Dawn didn't bring light. The polar night had come to Alaska weeks before, and now they were lucky if even a faint twilight would brighten the day.

Just darkness. And more darkness to come.

It was the kind of darkness most vampires loved.

Paige knew that she had never been like most vampires. h.e.l.l, she wasn't even a particularly good vampire.

After dressing, she carefully crept toward the bedroom door. When she'd opened her eyes, she'd been alone. The sheets beside her had been cold. Alone.

It wasn't like she'd expected Drake to stay with her, just holding her in those quiet hours. Cuddle time wasn't so big with vamps and werewolves, she got that.

But had the guy really needed to haul a.s.s so quickly? Would it have killed him to just stay with her for a little while?