Page 24 of Blind Bite
The confession should have seemed strange, but in my haze of desire, it felt right. He wanted me as badly as I needed him. This was inevitable.
I finally managed to push his shirt open, revealing a chest marked with a long scar above his heart.
Jamie pulled back slightly, his eyes searching mine. They seemed different somehow—darker, with pinpricks of red near the pupils.
Something wasn’t right, wasn’t natural, and I didn’t believe it was the effects of lust and alcohol.
“What are you?” I whispered, the question slipping out before I could stop it.
A slow smile spread across his face, revealing canines elongated to sharp points.
“Someone who’s been very, very patient,” he replied, his voice dropping sinisterly.
My heart stuttered in my chest, fear and fascination warring for dominance. I should have screamed. Should have run. Instead, I remained frozen, a literal deer caught in headlights. The horror of what was happening only allowed me to watch as Jamie lowered his head toward my neck once more.
“Finally, supper time.”
Chapter Seventeen
Pain exploded at my neck as Jamie’s fangs sank deep. A scream died in my throat, the sound reduced to a choked gasp. My fingers clawed at his shoulders, nails breaking against his stone-like skin.
“Oh god,” he moaned against my neck, his voice vibrating through my flesh. “So much better than I imagined.”
I tried to push him away, but it was like trying to move a mountain. His grip tightened, one hand tangling in my hair to yank my head back, exposing more of my throat.
The initial sharp pain faded into a horrifying pleasure as he drew deeply from the wound. Each pull of his mouth sent waves of dizzying sensations through my body like pure ecstasy.
A moan escaped my lips as I found myself wrapping my legs around his waist and pulling him to me. My body demanded more pleasure from him.
“Such a good girl, quickly learning how good this can feel when you stop fighting.”
“Please,” I begged, no longer sure what I was begging for.
A rumble in his chest urged him on until I felt that wave crash through me. Mortification flooded me as I realized what I had gotten off on.
“Stop,” I whispered, the word barely audible.
Jamie pulled back just enough to look at me, my blood staining his perfect lips. His eyes had transformed completely into glowing crimson orbs.
“I can’t,” he said simply before diving back into my neck.
My legs dangled uselessly off the desk. The room began to spin as he drank deeply. I could feel my life draining away with each swallow.
“Exquisite,” he murmured against my skin. “Like sunshine and honey.”
I felt myself growing colder, my extremities numbing. The edges of my vision darkened.
“Why?” I managed to ask.
Jamie pulled back again, studying me with those inhuman eyes. Blood—my blood—dripped down his chin onto his bare chest.
“It’s nothing personal,” he said with a casual shrug. “Man’s gotta eat. A lonely woman at a dating event seemed like an easy way to pick up dinner.”
He smiled, revealing teeth stained red. “Though, I wasn’t expecting you to be so utterly delightful. I don’t usually lose control like this. Pity, you would’ve made a perfect source.”
My head lolled back, too heavy to hold up. The ceiling swam above me, patterns forming and dissolving in the ornate plasterwork.
“You taste like nothing I’ve had in centuries,” Jamie continued, his voice distant now. “So pure. So alive.”
