Page 60 of The Midnight Order
“What—”
“Tell me again you want me to test you from your vein,” he all but snarls.
His red eyes glow behind his mask, and thrills race through my veins like a Formula 1 car barreling straight for the finish line.
“Jasper.”
“Tell me,” he growls.
These rules are his, judging by how he looked at Asher in the basement. I should talk sense into him.
However, I recall the way I felt in the basement with Asher in a flash, and I lick my lips.
Jasper backs me into the end of the bed, and I topple onto it, bouncing as he drops to his knees between my thighs, grabbing my wrist.
He growls, running his nose the length of where my veins are blue against my skin’s surface. It sounds fiercely inhuman, and I shudder.
“You said…”
“Fuck what I said.”
“You’re thinking with your body. Maybe we should get one of the others.” I swallow thickly as he lets a fang graze over my wrist.
Warmth spreads through my center, seeping into my panties.
Fuck.
I want to let him lose himself in my vein, which is crazy talk.
“Do not give me my logic,” he says, feral eyes flicking up to meet mine. “Give me permission, Silver.”
“Are you asking, or is that an order, Master?” I tease, having heard Milly call him such a few times.
He shifts off his haunches and onto his knees as he presses his face into my space, fangs gleaming. “Don’t taunt me.”
“I’m not… I?—”
His eyes watch my lips as they fall open, and a heavy breath expels. “I won’t do anything you don’t want. Tell me you don’t want it, and I’ll use every ounce of power I have to leave this room.”
I can’t, I realize.
Even if fear is twirling through my veins like an intoxicating drug, I can’t tell him no.
“Drink from me,” I tell him, my heart racing away as I flip my hand he’s never let go of.
He falls back on his haunches, rubbing his face over my exposed wrist. “You’re certain?”
“Not really, but I can’t deny you for some reason. Will it feel like before… with Asher?”
I don’t want to mention another man in front of him and risk anything close to jealousy, especially given how things between us felt earlier in the gazebo, but I have to know to be prepared.
“It will,” he breathes, his eyes growing heavy-lidded. “Do you still want me to bite you?”
The way he’s said it…
I nod.
“It will hurt a bit because I’m using your wrist.”
