Page 67 of Blood Submission

“Sure,” Shea answered. “We’ll be right over there if you need us.” She pointed at the building on the corner.

Laney watched them leave, then turned back to her male. “All right, you son of a bitch. You’re going to listen to me. Do you fucking understand?”

He narrowed his eyes at her in warning, but she would not be putoff.

“You took me from my home against my will. You keep me locked up like an animal underneath a perfectly comfortable and safe apartment. Drink my blood whenever you damn well feel like it, treat me like shit half the time, and barely remember to feed me. But you’re the first person, or vampire, I guess, to really know me. You know me. And I know you. So somehow, in spite of all that, you’ve become important to me, blood bond or no blood bond. I need you, and you need me. And I am not going to let you die on me now that I’ve just found you. So whatever fucking macho shit this is, get the fuck over it.” Biting down on her wrist again to keep the wounds open, she shoved it back into his face. “Now drink,” she ordered.

At first, she didn’t think she’d gotten through to him, but then something touched her face, and she realized he was brushing away her tears as he so often had before. “Please drink,” she whispered. “Don’t leave when you’ve only just foundme.”

With a low sound that was somewhere between rebellion and submission, he opened his mouth and bared his fangs. Laney quickly pressed her arm against his lips, and felt the sharp pain of his bite with an overwhelming sense of relief. She could feel him swallowing beneath the wad of her shirt, now soaked through with his blood. His legs moved restlessly, the muscles twitching, and then the lacerations on his face began to heal before hereyes.

Lifting his distorted arm, Dante slammed it back down beside him, forcing the bone back into place with a grunt of pain. Then he wrapped one hand around her elbow and one around her hand, holding her wrist to his mouth as he drank.

A low growl rumbled through his chest, a possessive sound she was beginning to recognize. Laney responded instantly, her pulse quickening and her body pulsing with desire. His nostrils flared again.

Suddenly, he sat up, taking her wrist with him, until his ruggedly handsome face was only inches from her own. Her shirt fell from his neck, and underneath the streaks of blood, Laney could see the gaping wound was nearly completely healed.

Dante licked the blood from her wrist with languid strokes of his tongue, and Laney could feel her face heating for an entirely different reason now. He kissed the spot where his fangs had just been and lowered her arm to her lap. They stayed like that, connected only by their heated gazes, until a throat cleared next tothem.

“How about we get you two home, yes?” the British guysaid.

Coming back to reality, Laney blinked, still a bit dazed from what had just happened. “Okay, yeah.” Pulling her legs under her, she tried to get up, and would’ve fallen if Dante wasn’t suddenly there, lifting her up into strongarms.

“I’ve got her,” he growled at the others. One large hand attempted to cover her breasts, barely covered by her lacybra.

Laney laid her head against his chest. “Take me home,” she whispered.

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