Page 62 of House of Crimson Hearts
“I get that you were trying to help...” she says through gritted teeth. “But you fed me so much of your blood last night, the withdrawals are even worse today. I had to dose before I came here and I never. Ever. Do that. Not when I have to leave the hunter territory, and certainly not when I’m going to be in the presence of other vampires.”
That explains why I could sense her. My heart stops.
“Whose blood did you take?”
“Yours, unfortunately. I took the vials you had couriered to my apartment.”
The relief makes me sag. I cannot allow her to drink from anyone else. If I caught her drinking another vampire’s blood… I’d slaughter the entire city.
She is mine.
The thought makes my blood pulse. It must do the same to her because she steps a little closer, her chest heavy with each breath.
“And how do you feel now you have my blood in your system?” I say, daring to edge a little closer.
She edges forward, forcing me to take a step back. We move like ballroom dancers.
Step. Step. Step. My back crunches against the wall.
“How do you think I feel? The closer I’ve gotten to you, the worse it’s screwing my head up. I need to fuck your blood out of my system. Fuck the woman who murdered my sister. You think that fills me with joy? It makes my insides burn. It makes me sick to my stomach and hate the skin I wear. You took everything from me.”
“I took nothing.”
“Lies. You left my life in pieces and for what? What did you even need Amelia for?”
“She had a choice,Verity.”
“Stop fucking calling me that,” she shouts and kicks a stray chair beside us halfway across the room. It shatters, the pieces tumbling like accusations on the carpet. It seems the longer she suffers with blood lust, the more it twists into rage. Too bad for her, because that little act of frustration sends the most exquisite bolt of pleasure straight to my pussy. Do I like her angry? This could be a fun game to play.
She must sense the temptress in me because her expression hardens even further. The muscles in her neck are straining as she paces back and forth.
“You want to fuck me,” I purr, fluttering my eyelashes like the little vampire vixen I am. She glares at me but continues pacing as if she thinks walking will erase the blood lust. We’re going to fuck all right. I’m going to wind her up enough she fucks the anger out of herself.
“What I want… What I’ve wanted for two long weeks… Is to stake you.” She leans so close to my face that I can smell the aged leather of her hunter uniform, the oils used to weather her stakes, the metallic tang of our blood mixed together.
Delicious.
Our breath mingles in the millimetres between us, and I want to drink it in as much as I want to sink my fangs into her neck and guzzle her iron-rich blood.
But better than that, I can smell the excitement pooling in her knickers. The same wetness clings to mine.
This will end the same way it ended last night. Her hands twitch. There’s a stake in both, silver threaded through the wood like veins, and I know I’m playing with fire, with the devil, with death.
But the risk… the danger, it just turns me on. My breathing increases, and heat blooms at my centre. This is the problem with blood lust. It only grows stronger the closer we are to each other.
I stare her right in the eyes, offering myself on a plate. “So stake me.”
“Don’t. Tempt. Me,” she spits.
This is my chance.
This is how I get her to embrace the fury. I know she’ll feel better afterwards. She just needs to take it out on someone and lucky for her, I’m strong enough to take it.
I want to take it. I want to give her everything she needs no matter what it is because she is mine. And I would burn the city to the ground if it made her love me again…
“I turned your sister,”I say, the words like silken blades.
“Shut up,” she grabs my shoulders and shoves me back against the wall. I like it when she’s rough with me. I like the fact I’m controlling her emotion, controlling her. Giving her exactly what she needs. Then, now, and forever.
