Page 78 of Mortal Blood
I opened my mouth to tell him exactly what I thought of patience, and his mouth closed over mine again. I parted my lips and bit down, hard. The rich taste of blood flooded my mouth as he pulled back with a hiss, eyes hot with desire.
I slammed my palms into his chest, driving him back across the room so that he was backed up against his bed, then I shoved again so that he fell back onto it. He went with it, not fighting me, and my eyes fixed on the carotid pulsing in his throat. My body came down on his, covering him as my fangs sank into the soft flesh, freeing the delicious blood within.
“Fuck,” he gasped as the taste devoured me. Hot, metallic ecstasy flooded my mouth, and I swallowed greedily, delighting in the primal pleasure of it as my nerves lit up with euphoria, heightening every taste, every sound and sight, every sensation. I could feel Cole’s cock, impossibly hard, jutting into me, and it was the only thing in this whole world I wanted more than his blood. I reached for his pants and he flexed his hips, making it easy for me to pop the button and grasp the zipper.
I abandoned his throat and reached inside his pants, brushing my thumb across his velvety head.
“Fuck,” he gasped again. “Princess…”
“What’s the matter, mate?” I asked sweetly as I brushed my thumb across his head again, and he bucked in my hand.
“I need you,” he growled. “Now.”
He reached up and flipped me, tossing me onto the bed and looming over me, desire burning in his eyes, and a trickle of blood running down his throat. I lifted my head and licked it, shivering as the taste of his essence somehow filled every fiber of my being.
He seated himself between my legs, reaching for my pants.
“Naughty,” I said, swatting his hand away. I latched on to his arm and yanked him back down onto the bed, rolling easily aside and coming up straddling him. He looked up at me with wide eyes.
“Fuck, princess. When did you get so strong?”
I frowned, flicking my tongue over my lip. He was right. Iwasstrong. No way could I normally flip him like that. I swiped my tongue over my lips again, and froze, coming back to myself.
“Your blood,” I whispered, quivering on top of him. I’d bitten him. Fuck.
“I like it,” he whispered hoarsely. “You’re so fucking hot.”
“You’re okay with it?” I asked tentatively.
“More than okay. You can bite me any time you want, princess. Whatever I have, it’s yours already. Take it.”
I leaned over him, my hair falling down around his face as I lathed the half-healed wound, tasting the remnants of his blood. His hands found my hips, steadying me, and he ground his cock up against me. My core clenched, and I threw my head back with a gasp.
“Too many clothes,” I panted. I needed him inside me right now. I sat back, fumbling for the button on my jeans, and he stared up at me, worshipping me with his eyes. I needed…
I needed to go see Astor.
The thought slammed into my head and my hand froze on my button.
“Princess?”
I shook my head and shoved the errant thought aside, unpopping the button.
But I needed to go see Astor.Now.
“What’s wrong?” Cole asked.
“Astor.”
“Princess, I’m willing to try out pretty much any kink, but that—”
“She wants to see me. Now.”
His brow furrowed. “I don’t understand.”
I blew out a sigh, even as the need to go to Astor’s office screamed through me again, all but deafening me.
“I’m coming, I’m coming,” I muttered irritably under my breath.
