“Saint. You taste so good.” She moans while she drinks, swallowing more of me down.
My head swims and my fingers start to tingle. My little vampire is starved for me.
Not my anything.I need to get that out of my head, but all my instincts are shouting at me, demanding the opposite.
Aurora draws back, tilting her head toward the ceiling with a contented sigh before looking at me. We’re nose to nose as she straddles my lap, and I can’t tell what’s sexier, the feel of her atop me or the blood-tinted lips that are swollen from my kiss.
“Better?” I ask, my voice low and rough.
She nods slowly, her body relaxed, like she has no intention of moving. Her eyes trail to my neck, then my wrist, the wounds on each. “Did I hurt you?”
I shake my head. “You can lick these closed, or if you don’t want?—”
She immediately laps the wounds, drawing a pleasure strained hiss from me as she draws back to look at me again. “Like that?” she asks.
I blow out a breath, nodding.
A brilliant smile shapes her blood-stained lips. “Saint,” she says, eyes shining. “I did it.”
I can’t help but grin right back, showing her an uncaged smile that no one else ever draws from me. “You did amazing.”
“You showed me I can feed,” she says. “I can feed like a regular vampire.”
“Like you were born for it,” I say, my head swimming a bit from how much blood she took. She could’ve taken it all and I would’ve thanked her for it.
She inches toward my mouth, and I have to use all of my willpower to pick her up and gently place her on her feet.
She has the audacity to pout.
“If you kiss me again,” I say, taking a step toward her door. “There will be morefirstshappening than just your first bite.”
“What if I want more firsts?”
“What if I can’t trust myself enough right now?”
I hold her gaze, the energy between us like a live fucking wire. Would it be so bad to give in? To let myself sink into her? To drown in her? To consume her in the way I’ve dreamed about since the moment I laid eyes on her?
“I trust you,” she says. “But I’ll never force you to do something you don’t want to do.”
Instincts sharper than my blades demand Iclaim, bite, fuck. If I give in to them, there may be nothing left of her when I’m done. I can’t do that to her. She’s already been used enough.
“I want what’s best for you, Aurora.” And I’m in no way what’s best for her.
Her shoulders drop a little. “Thank you for feeding me.”
I dip my head, then run the fuck out of there before I do something stupid.
Like take everything she’s offering and never look back.
“Easy,” Dagon warns a few hours later. He insisted he come with me to the volunteer feeder house, and for the first time in weeks, I didn’t argue.
The human man’s heart rate slows, but I keep drinking. I have to. Aurora took so much because she’d been practically starved, and I know I’ll need to feed her again soon. I need to replenish myself, even if this guy tastes like absolute garbage.
Seriously, what are these humans eating recently to get them to taste like this?
“Saint.” Dagon’s hand touches my shoulder. “That’s enough on this one.” He taps me again. “We can get another one if you need more.”
I jerk away from the man, swallowing down the last of his blood. I lock my muscles, forcing myself to stop before striking him again.