Page 108 of Loving A Vampire Is Total Chaos

I move closer to her, and she reaches out, fingers gentle against my stomach. “I’m not ready for you to turn me—I assume you can turn me?” She waits for me to nod before she continues. “I want to keep my humanity a little longer. But this—” she wiggles her finger back and forth between us— “I want it now.”

“Love,” the endearment slips out in a lisp around my fangboner. “Are you sure? You can’t take it back once it’s done.”

She holds my eyes. “I know what I want, Zavier, and it’s you. I’m tired of denying how I feel.” Her hands slide up the back of my neck and I slip my arms around her, holding her to me. “I could’ve died and you … you would’ve never known what you mean to me. I was so mad at you when I left, and I hate to think that would’ve been your last memory of me.”

Tears fall anew and I wipe them away with my thumbs. I don’t want to see her cry.

“Okay,” I say softly.

“How does it work?” she asks, biting her lip. I want to pull that lip from her teeth and bite it myself, but I refrain.

“I need to drink from you, and you’ll drink from me.”

She arches a brow, lips curling in disgust. “Even though I’m still human?”

“Even though you’re still human,” I concur. “It won’t taste like blood to you, though,” I promise, smoothing an errant piece of hair behind her ear. “It … your mate’s blood is … well, I’ve heard it’s the best thing you’ll ever taste. Nothing else compares.”

She gives a tiny nod. “Okay. I’m ready.”

Midnight, asleep on the pillow I normally use, opens one eye and gives a meow before he runs out the door like he knows what’s about to happen and doesn’t want to be privy to it. Smart pussy.

“Lie down, honey.”

She does as I say. The pulse point at her throat races, tempting me to make my first bite there.

“We have to take turns,” I tell her. “About five times to fully settle the bond in.”

She nods. “Do it. I’m ready.” She reaches up and touches my cheek again. “I love you,” she says, like she wants to remind me how true it is.

I close my eyes, absorbing those words. No one has professed their love to me since my parents were alive. That’s a long fucking time to go without any love. Sure, I had dalliances, but there was never any emotions involved. All said, I’ve had a lonely existence, but I’d do it all again, a million times over, to get to here—to get to her.

I lean down and kiss the spot on her neck. “Ready?” I ask.

“Y—”

She can’t even get the full word out because I bite into her flesh and suck.

Fuck.

The stories I’ve heard are true. There’s nothing in this universe comparable to the taste of Celine. I suck, trying to memorize the unique taste of her. It’s unlike anything else I’ve ever had. Any word I think to describe it, honey or even vanilla, is too flat of a flavor for how full and alive she tastes.

I pull my mouth away from her neck and bite into my own wrist, offering it to her.

She holds my eyes as she grabs it and brings it to her lips.

“Don’t be scared,” I murmur when I see the fear reflected in her eyes.

She gives a tiny nod and sets her mouth on the wound I created, sucking at my blood before the skin can heal. My head drops back, a moan ripping out of my throat.

She goes to pull away, but I shake my head. “More. You need more.”

She obliges and sucks down some more of my blood before I switch and take from her again.

Back and forth we go, the bond between us growing stronger as we do. I feel her more fully and sense her emotions. Matescan’t read each other’s minds, but we can sense certain things like intentions.

When the drop comes, the full snapping of the bond, we both gasp in surprise.

It feels like a rubber band snapping into place and ricocheting from the force.

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