Page 79 of Bitten By Bloodmoon
We all have our faults.
“Yes.”
He stops in his tracks. Standing in the thick snow, blood soaks through his dark shirt and pants. He’s barely wiped the witches’ blood from his mouth. And I fucking want him to kiss me.
What is wrong with me?
But I’ve never been more certain about what I want. Maybe it’s the mating bond between us. Whether it’s real or a diversion for the gods to tease me with until they are ready to let me break the curse, I don’t know or care.
He could die at any moment, from the dark veins now growing up his biceps and into his shoulders. I don’t know how much time either of us has left on this earth. But I know I want to spend a few moments kissing this beautiful male.
Nyx’s dark eyes narrow at me, as if he’s trying to understand how I could possibly feel this way. Trust me, I don’t understand it myself.
“It’s the bond. You don’t really want me to.”
I shake my head.
“It’s the adrenaline after almost dying.”
I shake my head.
“It’s because you want me to wipe him from your head.”
I shake my head. “All of those things could be part of it, but the biggest part is simple—I. Want. You. To. Kiss. Me.” I pause. “Unless, of course, you don’t want to. I don’t want to force you to—”
He growls, cutting me off. “Fuck, I want to kiss you. It’s the only thing I can imagine doing right now.”
“Then kiss me.”
I’ve barely taken a breath, and he’s closed the gap between us. He looks down, I look up. Our breathing synchronizes in delicious anticipation. He waits a beat. One...two…three…
It doesn’t feel like he’s waiting for me to change my mind anymore. He’s drawing out the anticipation. The second we kiss, things will change. The desire will grow. The want, the stupidity on both of our parts.
We aren’t mates.
We both know the most likely outcome is that the gods are playing games with us. Fucking with us to make it more difficult for us to break the curse.
I know deep down that Ambrose is most likely my mate. I just need to complete the marking ceremony with him and find a way to forgive him afterward. Or at least, be able to live with my decision because it ended the curse.
But what if Nyx and I are mates?
“Don’t think about any of that. Just be with me right here, right now,”comes his low whispered breath in my head.
His broad hand grasps me on the hip near the spot where I stabbed myself. The wound is still sensitive as it heals, but I forget all about it when his thumb brushes over it. His other hand sweeps my hair back as he casually places his hand at the nape of my neck.
Fuck, I can’t breathe. I can’t—
His lips crash against mine in a hungry kiss that steals my breath away. Heat burns beneath the icy surface that links the two of us together. His cold-blooded vampire collides with my frosty snow wolf until something undeniable takes shape. This is always where we were meant to find each other—in this space where fire freezes and ice ignites.
His tongue dives into my mouth, desperate and ravenous, tasting me like my kiss alone is what he has to survive on. Our teeth clank together, and I feel the sharp point of his fang glide over my bottom lip. The same one he used to inject venom into the witches. The same one he used to kill with. And now it brushes over me, not to kill, but to consume.
I know he won’t kill me. I know he won’t inject me with his venom. He gave up his ability to mind-control me. He won’t hurt me.
My hands fly around his neck, bracing his body against mine as I kiss him back. Sweeping my tongue into his mouth, wanting to taste every drop of him, even the parts that remind me of the killer he is. I don’t taste the metallic blood—all I taste is him. He tastes like icy darkness. If it wasn’t still dark outside, I’d think his essence alone would force nightfall to descend all around us as he kisses me. It’s like the entire sky opens up for us when he kisses me. The night and the stars seem to prickle my skin as he kisses and kisses and kisses.
My hands grip harder onto his neck, not wanting this to end ever. I want more. I want to rip his clothes off. I want him touching me.Why isn’t he touching me?
He chuckles in my head.
