Page 33 of The Hunted
I explored her sweetness as it mixed with the iron tang of my blood. “Fuck,” I mumbled.
She moaned loudly, her breaths coming in short bursts.
I broke the kiss, pulling on her bottom lip, and when I did, one of my fangs caught, and the scent of her blood knocked me back a step. Suddenly, my throat burned, hot and dry.
She stiffened as fear permeated the air.
My tongue snaked out. Just one little taste.
As if she knew the war raging inside me, she licked away her blood, but it was too late. My resolve vanished. I captured her lips in between my teeth and sucked. My eyes rolled back in my head as the tiniest droplet of her sweet blood awakened a part of me I didn’t know existed. Lust took the wheel as I crashed my mouth to hers, shoving my dick into her stomach as hard as I could to get friction. The need to bite down on the softness of her thighs made my cock harder than granite.
“Sam,” she whimpered. “No.” It was her turn to yank on my hair. “Sam.”
I heard her, but the vampire in me couldn’t stop. Sweat slid down my spine as I nuzzled my nose against her ear. “Layla, you need to kick me in the balls like you did earlier.”
Laughter bubbled free from her sweet mouth. The sound, glorious and airy, only made my bloodlust stronger.
“If you don’t, I’m going to sink my fangs into you.” I was hanging on by a thread and suddenly afraid that I was a second away from ending her life. As much as she wanted to kill me, the feeling wasn’t mutual.
Just as I licked the spot on her neck, readying myself to feast, she threw her head forward and clamped down on my bare arm, her teeth breaking skin and drawing blood.
The sting of her bite threw me backward, but the act alone snapped my spine upright. “That’s not my balls.”
She gave me a brilliant self-satisfied smile. “It worked, didn’t it?”
I licked my own blood off her mouth to rid myself of the taste of hers.
She ducked under my arm and walked around once then twice, brushing her wavy auburn hair with her fingers. “What just happened?”
I tried to retract my fangs, but they weren’t moving. So I thought of war and death, anything but her.Fuck.It was impossible with that cherry fragrance clouding my brain and controlling my actions. “Seems you can’t keep your hands off me.”
She closed her coat and hugged herself. “You’re the one who attacked me.”
“Mmm. You’re the one who kissed me.”
She puffed out her cheeks. “That will be the last time I do that.”
I sighed. “I doubt it.”
She clenched her teeth. “You’re so sure of yourself. Such an ass. You think you can take what you want.”
Once again, we were practically mouth to mouth. “I can’t take from the willing, Freckles.” That should be my new name for her.
Her cheeks became almost as red as her hair as shyness enveloped her. It was quite sexy to see a different side of her. I grasped her wrists. “Don’t hide your beauty.”
Her mouth parted. “You are a walking enigma.”
My fangs finally retracted, then a momentary flash of darkness hit before my eyes shifted from silver back to green. “I aim to please,” I teased.
She shrugged out of my hold. “Stay away from me.”
I chuckled.
“What? Can you read minds like your father?”
It would be fun to mess with her, but I had something better that would ring true. “No, but I am good at predictions.”
That tension she’d been harboring ebbed. “This I have to hear.”
