Page 69 of Love the Way You Lion
What are they doing?
“Who do you want?” I murmur to Deli, unable to stop watching the clones and unsure if she meant what it sounded like she meant. I can’t cross a line she hasn’t offered.
My ethos won’t allow it.
~I want your blood and I want it now. Bleed me—do it, drink from me. ~She snarls the command, almost hitting a roar, and I get the panther in comparison now. She’s like a big game cat, prowling and hunting, and I’m the prey.
I lose my ability to pay attention to the boys, letting the fangs drop and rearing back. Relief floods through me as I hiss low, thenstrike, watching the blood flow from the artery I opened before I gulp.
~Yes! ~she cries into my mind.
Her fangs sink into my skin, tearing as she draws. I feel her drawing, as hungry and demanding as I am. The drinking rockets another climax through me, and I feel it ripple through her. She tastes like a fine cabernet, spicy and sweet at the same time.
It’s unexpected, yet delicious, and I want more.
The Artist Loses Control
RAFE
The women are feeding, and it’s making me lose my bloody mind. I don’t know where I’m going; I started walking as if I knew.
I smell blood: theirs, mine, and his. I don’t hunger like this. I never hunger like this. Licking my lips, I move towards the scent. If I don’t find relief soon, I might go on a sodding rampage, and that never happens. I’m not like them. But there’s blood, and I almost taste it as I get toe to toe with the biggest predator in the community, looking at him.
His shudder is slight, but I can see it. He watches me eerily, then walks around me as if circling prey. A low roar shows his frustration, and it occurs to me he doesn’t know what to do. I feel the bloodlust in the air, smell the arousal, but there’s confusion. It’s a faint sensation, an echo of what my mates feel from him, but it is there. It’s making him even edgier because he’s angry that he’s inexperienced.
I can help, but I don’t know if I should.
As if my brain has exited the room, I spring forward, knocking us both to the floor. My eyes meet his as our bodies touch, and I tug his wrist up. I wait for the assent in his gaze before I tear my fangs in, drowning in the taste of him. I want him.
That is unexpected.
“You want to. I want you to. Do it.” His smirk is evil, and he darts forward to slash a scratch behind my ear, licking the blood off as it dribbles down my neck.
Did he just...?
“I’ve been right curious about you for a while, given the stories.”
Fuck. He did. Is there even any...?
I lift my head from his wrist, demon eyes searching for the bottle that rolled under the couch. When I find what I need, I feel boot-shakingly nervous. I imagine the cat did, too. The last time we had this kind of experience, we got run through the wringer.
Is this going to fuck everything up?
It doesn’t seem to matter because I’m growling low in his ear as he moves against me, and the blood in the air is making rational thought impossible. I tear off the end of the tube because I can’t focus enough to figure out how to open it and slather it as needed. “Ready to find out?” I rumble near his earlobe.
His eyes glow and I snarl in response, before everything fades to sparkling lust as we move together. It’s new, and I can tell that this is not a normal feeling for him.
~It’s going to hurt. ~
I can’t help that, and I use enough of my faculties to make that easier as I drape over his back. I offer my wrist as my head fills with a pleasure so intense that my eyes almost cross.
“Son of bitch,” he roars and I stay still, waiting. He grabs my wrist, tearing into it and feeding hungrily.
I howl in pain that is delicious and dip my head, sinking my fangs into his shoulder. Everything flows into one mindless loop of indescribable sensation. The blood, the sex, the scents—everything is making me crazy. He mutters into my mind, and it makes me groan.
This is going to be a big deal; I just know it.
The Blade And The Cat Curl Up
