Page 96 of A Drop of Anguish
“Bite me.”
Every muscle in Jarron’s body seems to clench at once. His eyes turn pitch-black.
Snow flutters in through the door behind him, but I don’t feel the chill. I feel only the heat of his gaze and the pounding of my own desperate heart. I want this more than I should, but I won’t let fear stop me. Not this time.
This time, I’m taking back power from my assailant. Even from the grave, that asshole has a hold on me, and I’m determined to remove it. There is only one person I trust enough to do it for me.
I can’t decide if it’s a good thing or a bad thing that I desperately want this as well. I’m afraid of the pain, particularly because what I’m asking for is more than a pleasure bite. I want him to burn away the dead wolf’s claim.
“You told me last night that if I were to look you in the eye and ask, you wouldn’t hesitate.”
He begins breathing again. His teeth stretch into long points.
“Please,” I whisper.
A growl reverberates through his chest. He leans in but not close enough. He’s still resisting. Annoyance, followed by determination, wells inside of me. I fist his shirt by the lapel. “Bite me now,” I demand.
He leans into me, panting hard. Clearly the gentleman-human side is winning, but I don’t want to be cherished and protected. I want to be devoured.
I lay back on the bed and touch the uncomfortable bite marks just above my collarbone. He places a knee between my legs and crouches over me.
“Candice,” he whispers like a prayer, and he closes the gap between us. I gasp as his lips close over the skin of my neck. The sensation is one-part wonderful and one-part uncomfortable.
My belly flutters.
I want this.
I’m terrified of this.
“Are you sure?” he asks one more time, murmuring against my neck. It sends a shiver down my spine, but he still has not carved into that soft skin, and it’s driving me crazy.
This time, I growl. “If you don’t fucking bite me, Jarron, I’ll get someone else—”
I don’t even finish my words before he finally obeys. A monster’s sharp teeth breaks open my flesh, digging deep.
Burning, fiery pain rages through my whole body. My muscles clench, but then, in an instant, the pain is gone, washed away like it never happened.
In the instant between, I can feel the pull of blood from my body into his. He grabs both of my wrists and pins them against the bed as he devours me, exactly as I wanted.
Another wave of sensation builds, one so overwhelming and shocking for a moment that I think it’s a new form of pain, a bite so cold it hurts, but it soon reveals itself as impossibly intense pleasure. An inferno flaring to life inside my body.
My back arches into him as he takes and takes, and I internally beg him never to stop.
This is a dangerous, terriblebliss.
A moan escapes my lips as somehow, impossibly, the pleasure continues to build until my mind cannot handle any more.
My vision goes black, body soaring with a new indescribable high. My soul flares to life and meets the darkness of his.
I couldn’t say which way was up or down. I couldn’t tell you my own name.
It could have lasted moments, or it could have been hours, wrapped in only him. This darkness and I are one.
Then, all at once, he releases me and I fall to the bed, panting and dizzy.
“No,” I whisper. “Keep going.”
The predator crouches on top of me and drops his mouth back to my neck. Except, instead of the sharp bite of his fangs, he gently sucks at the sensitive skin.
