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“I like the way you smell.”
“Vampire.” He put his hands on her hips and rubbed gentle circles with the tips of his fingers. “You look beautiful in this dress.”
“Thank you.”
She was wearing some floaty, light green thing with slits at the sides that rode up her legs when she sat on him. He wanted to tear it off, but this might be the first time Tatyana had initiated intimacy with him in such a direct way.
Oleg was going to sit back and enjoy it.
She didn’t move her head from his shoulder, and he could feel her breath on his neck.
“Tatyana.”
“Hmm?”
Oleg put his hand on the back of her head, stroking her silken hair. “You asked me the other night what I wanted from you.”
She laughed a little bit. “I have a feeling I know what you want.” She spread her legs further, riding the heat of her sex along the thick ridge of his cock, which was heavy and hard between them.
“I told you what I wanted from you before you ever left me,” Oleg murmured. “You just misunderstood what I meant.” He angled his head farther to the side and urged her mouth toward his neck. “I told you, little wolf:I want your fangs.”
Chapter 26
Tatyana
There it was.
The same words he’d uttered over a year ago, but in the light of months apart and everything she’d learned about him, the meaning was far more clear.
He lay under her, not unlike her dreams, and her fangs were at his throat. She knew what this meant. What he was offering.
Her mouth watered, and a little voice whispered in the back of her mind:You will not be able to leave him.
Nevertheless, she opened her mouth, scraped her fangs over his skin, and watched his blood rush to the surface.
Oleg let out a guttural groan and dug his fingers into her hips. “Playing with your food, little wolf?”
Her food? She felt her mouth water, as if she could already taste the hot, sweet flood of him in her mouth.
His amnis crawled over her skin, teasing her nipples to sensitive points, raising goose bumps on her flesh.
Oleg sat preternaturally still, offering his blood to the predator she had become.
She licked at his neck, arching against him and riding the hard lineof his erection between her thighs. The moment he fucked her, he would be master again, commanding her body and overwhelming her senses.
But this?
She breathed heated air against his neck and enjoyed the subtle reaction as his fingers curled into the flesh at her hips. He arched up, rubbing his erection against her aroused flesh, but he didn’t move his head, baring his neck to her fangs.
He wasn’t even breathing. The only sound in the room was her ragged breath against his skin.
Her choice.
Her bite.
His blood.
She drew her lips back and sank her teeth into Oleg’s neck.
