Shit. She’s so damn weak.
And it’s my fault because I’m too afraid of losing control with her. I’ve damned her progress before she’s even truly begun. A low growl rumbles from me as I sweep her into my arms andtake her back to the bed. I sit her on my lap, holding her head against my neck.
“I’ll feed you,” I say, doing my best to hold on to some semblance of control. It’s fucking hard to do, especially when she feels so pliant against me, the soft cotton of her pajama bottoms doing nothing to hide the delicate skin of her thighs.
“Saint,” she argues. “I don’t want you to be guilted into this. I’m not your responsibility. You have to be okay with me trying with other vampires?—”
“No,” I cut her off. “Just…no. This isn’t about responsibility or guilt. This isn’t about menotwanting to feed you, Aurora. It’s about what you deserve, and if I lose control with you…”
“You won’t.”
I look down at her, at the way she has such unflinching trust in me. “I won’t pretend the trust we’ve built is unbreakable,” I admit. “You know me better than some of my own brothers, but that doesn’t mean you know every part of me. There are pieces of me that are chaotic. Sometimes those pieces take over.” I cringe. “I don’t want my chaos to bleed all over you.”
Aurora smiles up at me. “My chaos and your chaos are the same.”
Something inside me stretches awake, a longing I can’t describe or begin to understand. It has nothing to do with the desire coursing through me, begging me to set my mouth on Aurora’s body and make her moan. It’s something deeper, something endless.
I shift her against me, repositioning her at my neck.
“Not from the wrist?” she asks.
“Take it or leave it,” I offer.
I don’t have to help her get her fangs out this time. All she has to do is take a deep breath, and out they punch. Fuck, she’s so damn beautiful. She drags her lips over the skin of my neck first,a slow exploration that has every muscle in my body tensing with need.
Claim. Bite. Fuck.
No. No.No.
I shove the thoughts away even as I lean into her touch. Her lips feel so damn soft against my skin, their warmth a teasing caress that has me drunk.
A hot burst of pain melts into pure, undiluted pleasure, her bite the most sensual thing I’ve ever experienced. My blood spills into her mouth, and she moans as she swallows. She shifts over me, caging my hips with her thighs without breaking her bite. She’s drinking me down like I’m her last hope, and fuck me, Iloveit.
I slide my arms around her, allowing myself this small freedom to hold her while she drinks. She smells like a dream, feels warm and soft atop me, and those needy little whimpers are giving me life.
“Saint.”
Scratch that, her saying my name like that is what makes life worth living.
She takes another mouthful, her hips rocking over me. She gasps as my hard cock scrapes against the too-thin barrier of her pajama shorts. Then she does it again. Drinking and rocking over me, chasing the two pleasures with abandon.
Fuck, she’s perfect. I love watching her let go, watching her submit to the demands of her body, her instincts. It’s beautiful and intoxicating at the same time. My fingers slip under the tiny tank top she’s wearing, brushing the bare skin of her back. I’d give anything to peel these thin layers from her body and slowly make her sigh my name for an entirely different reason.
“Yes,please,” she says, drawing back to look at me.
I blink, my head spinning both from her bite and the blood loss. “Shit. I didn’t mean to send that fantasy to you.” I slippedup. Again. I’ve spent too much time in her mind, connected to her in ways I’ve never been connected to another being. It’s too easy to share things with her like this.
“I’m happy you did.” Her eyes are lust-hazed and needy, her lips stained red with my blood. “I want you to do those things you were thinking about.”
My body locks up like a statue.
“Please,” she begs. “I need you.”
“You need someone gentle,” I argue, despite knowing I’ll be whatever she needs me to be.
“I need you, Saint. Just you. Please. I ache. Your blood, your scent, your kiss. It’s all I can think about.”
Fuck me. She has me at her absolute mercy.