Page 53 of Secret of the Vampire
She was silent a moment. And then she asked, “So, would you really stop me if I tried to run from this house right now?”
“No.” Because I knew the djinn wouldn’t lie about something like that. “I won’t have to. You won’t get anywhere.”
“Why are you being such a bastard?” she whispered.
I wasn’t. I was protecting her. I was saving her life, the life of my sister, the lives of my coven. But I couldn’t tell her any of that. I didn’t know if the djinn was listening. Didn’t know if he’d truly left or if he was just testing me.
The latter seemed like the more likely choice. So, I had to play my part.
Turning away from her, I walked out of the room, saying over my shoulder, “Try to run if you’d like. I’ll be in here when you get back.” Then I went into the living room and sat on the couch, reaching into my pocket for my cell phone. A split second later, Kenya flew past me and bolted out the front door. I leaned back against the cushions and settled in to wait.
She was back sooner than I thought. I’d just swiped open my screen and pulled up Judy’s number to let her know we were both okay and not to send anyone looking for us—something I’d debated doing but decided was worth the risk—when I was suddenly knocked off the couch and thrown across the room. I stopped on the other side when I hit the wall, my feet a foot off the floor and Kenya’s hand around my throat holding me there. “Let me go!” she screamed in my face.
Anger surged within me and I pushed her away with a wave of my hands. She stumbled back, and I heard a crunch as she stepped on my phone. It had fallen from my fingers when she yanked me from the couch.
I had no time to let that sink in when she was on me again, all fangs and claws and rage, knocking me to the floor. I ended up on my back with her on top of me, her hands holding my arms on either side of my head and her mouth dangerously close to my throat.
“Let me go,” she growled. “Or I’ll rip out your throat right now.”
“No, you won’t,” I told her quietly. “Because you want me, too.” These last words I whispered so quietly no one could possibly have heard me. No one except a vampire.
Chapter 20
Kenya
Gradually, I eased my grip and released his wrists. The next second, I was off of him and standing across the room by the window, his words ringing in my ears and the scent of his blood too tempting, especially when I was in this agitated state.
Alex got to his feet, his eyes flashing a warning when I bared my fangs at him.
Suddenly, he cocked his head to the side as though he were listening to something. The lights went off and I frowned. Slowly, he raised one finger to his lips.
I became still and waited, feeling the air around me and wondering if the djinn had returned already.
There. Footsteps outside. It sounded like they were coming up along the side of the house, and they didn’t belong to the djinn.
Before I could take a step or call out, Alex muttered something under his breath and threw his arms out in an arc, palms toward the front of the house and fingers spread wide. Then he grabbed me and dragged me down to the floor between the couch and the wall, settling me between his legs and slamming his hand over my mouth.
“Not one sound,” he growled low in my ear. “Do you understand?”
Oh, I understood all right.
I sank my fangs into the meat of his palm between his thumb and his forefinger. Drops of blood teased my tongue, dark and sweet, and I moaned, my eyes rolling back into my head. Gods, he tasted better than anything I could have imagined.
His answering moan in my ear was the hottest thing I’d ever heard. Masculine. Erotic.
Everything left my mind except the taste of that blood. The footsteps. The reason we were here. I didn’t care about any of it. I only cared about tasting more of him.
MINE.
The word roared through my head and made me catch my breath, but only for a moment before I released his hand, only to grab a hold of his arm and pull his wrist over to my lips. I tasted his skin tentatively with the tip of my tongue, the scent of his blood teasing my nose.
“Do it,” he ordered in my ear.
I struck, sinking my fangs deep. Ah, gods. I’d never had anything like the blood of this male. He tasted like sin itself, and I wanted to rub his blood all over his naked body and lick it off of him.
“Yes, Kenya.” His words were little more than a whisper. “Take me.” His other arm wrapped tighter around my waist and pulled me back between his legs until I felt his hard length against my ass.
Through the fog of my bloodlust, I heard someone creeping across the front porch, just on the other side of the wall from where we sat. Fangs deep in his wrist, I stopped sucking, but didn’t remove them. Like a voice yelling through a storm, I heard someone call my name. A voice I recognized. But I couldn’t think through the bloodlust.
