Page 44 of Fire in My Blood

I laugh and hold on to him. “You’ve worn me out, not that I’m complaining. I think I might need some breakfast before I can be of much use.”

“Fuck, I haven’t even fed you since we got here. I’m sorry.” He presses his lips into a thin line, looking angry, but it’s clearly directed at himself and not me.

“It’s okay. I forgot as well.” I try to put my hand on his forearm, but he pushes it gently away.

After pulling up his jeans, he bends and scoops me up into his arms. He strides to the bathroom before putting me back on my feet. But this time he doesn’t let go of me until I’m steady.

He grabs a towel and wets it. Squatting down before me, he gently wipes between my legs before cleaning his softening dick.

“Put your clothes back on. We’ll go to the kitchen so I can make you some breakfast.” His expression is tight when he takes my hand and pulls me out of the bathroom.

He stops and lets go of my hand before picking up my jeans and panties and handing them to me.

I accept them, but instead of putting them on right away I smile up at him. “I like your protective side, Lucas, but I don’t expect you to feed me. I would have told you if I was hungry, but the thought of food just never entered my mind. Can I see your smile again, please?” I offer him a pleading look and flutter my lashes.

A smile spreads across his face, and he chuckles. “Fine. But you need food. Hurry up and put your pants on.”

Chapter 27

Lucas

We walk hand in hand as we make our way through the big house toward the kitchen. For some reason I feel a strong compulsion to carry her instead of letting her walk, but I quell the urge. Based on her recent comment about my protective side, I need to rein in that instinct or whatever it is. At least when it comes to trivial things.

The kitchen is huge and empty. Whenever Trevor is home, there are kitchen staff available at all hours of the day and night to tend to people’s needs. But when he’s traveling, they’re giving time off with pay. The only people using the kitchen while he’s gone are the security personnel, but thankfully, they’re not here at the moment.

“What would you like for breakfast?” I smile down at the beautiful woman standing next to me with her fingers braided with mine. She has put her hair up in a high ponytail, which accentuates her high cheekbones and graceful neck.

Erica returns my smile, her blue eyes sparkling up at me with an emotion I’m reluctant to acknowledge. “I can make my own breakfast, you know. You don’t even eat, do you?”

A thought seems to hit her, and her eyes widen. “Do you need some of my blood again?”

Her question takes me by surprise, and I barely stop myself from blurting out a resoundingyes. I would love to drink her blood again, but considering I’m already struggling to contain my desire for her, it would be a bad idea.

Instead, I give her a tempered smile. “I’m fine but thank you for offering. I usually absorb energy from my element, and only rarely take blood from someone. I lit a fire in the fireplace in my room last night, so I’ll be fine for another day at least.”

“Does it always feel so, um, stimulating when you bite someone?” Red colors her cheeks, and she frowns like she already regrets the question.

My cock twitches as I recall her reaction when I fed from her. The whole experience was far more intense than I’ve ever experienced with anyone else. “Not usually, but it depends on my attraction to the one giving me blood. As I said, I rarely drink from someone, and that is one of the reasons. Revealing my attraction can be a weakness.”

Swinging my gaze to the fridge, I purposefully change the subject. My dick is already semierect, and my mind is trying to come up with a good excuse to take her back to bed. “Let’s see what’s available in the fridge. You need food to get your strength back.”

She doesn’t object to my sudden change of topic. Letting go of my hand, she walks over to the fridge. After studying the contents for a few seconds, she pulls out eggs, ham, cheese, and onions.

I step up behind her and put my hands on her hips. Turning her toward me, I plant a kiss on her forehead before meeting her gaze with a smile. “I’m going to cook you breakfast. You are going to sit over there and look pretty.” I nod toward the long kitchen table.

“Do you want an omelet?” I wave my hand toward the ingredients she has put on the counter.

“I—”

“Please?” Interrupting the protest I can see in her eyes, I make what I hope is a good imitation of puppy dog eyes.

She chuckles. “Fine. An omelet would be great.”

I use my hands on her hips to direct her toward the table before giving her a light smack on the ass.

She blows me a kiss over her shoulder.

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