Page 28 of Forsworn By The Vampire
Jamal stared down at me, more beast than man, his dark eyes nearly completely black. Gods, he was beautiful. All smooth, dark skin and powerful muscle. His hair was shaved close to his head, faded down to nearly nothing on the sides. His lips were full, but not too much. His nose straight, his jaw strong, and he had the cheekbones of a model.
But his good looks weren't the reason I was here tonight. No. There was something else pulling me to him. Something primordial. As old as time itself. My blood sang for him whether he was near me or not, even as my mind told me the smart thing to do would be to keep him as far away as possible. It was how I knew the truth of us, even if he tried to deny it. "Please," I begged him.
An animalistic growl rumbled through his chest, raising the little hairs on the back of my neck. I'd never been so aware of my physical body. I was a witch. Although I enjoyed dressing it up, my body was just a vessel for my metaphysical self. I was fire and air and magic, not this primitive creature who wanted nothing more than to writhe in the dirt with this male.
But right now, I would give up everything I was just to feel his hands on my skin and his teeth slice through my skin.
"Angel."
My name was a curse on his lips. I raised my other hand and placed it beside the first, pressing down until I could feel his heart pound hard against my palms. He smelled so good, and I licked my lips, wishing I could taste his skin. His mouth. His cock.
Up until then, Jamal had stood eerily still. But suddenly, his hand was wrapped in my hair, yanking my head back as he ducked his head and took my mouth with his. His lips were soft and hard all at once, and he tasted like mint when his tongue swept into my mouth. He was rough and demanding, but not without finesse, and a surge of angry heat flashed through me when I thought about all of the other women he must've kissed just like this. But it was there and gone before I could focus on it as Jamal claimed my full attention. I winced when I felt his fang slice through my lip, but it was drowned out by his moan of pleasure.
"More," he growled against my lips. "I need more."
The fluttering in my stomach exploded outward and my legs went weak. I clutched at his shoulders in a desperate attempt not to fall to my knees, hoping I wouldn't drag him down with me.
But I needn't have worried. Jamal yanked me up against him with his free arm, holding me so tight against him I could feel the warmth of his skin and the hard length of him against my lower stomach. Tearing his mouth from mine, he kissed a trail of heat down my throat and past my collarbone, the light stubble on his jaw scraping my tender skin.
When he reached the neckline of my sweater, he drew back, his eyes questioning and my lipstick smeared across his mouth.
I stared up at him, the intensity in his eyes jarring me. I'd never had a guy look at me the way this vampire was at this very moment. Like a tornado could rip through the building and it wouldn't be enough to steal his focus from me. It was flattering and at the same time completely unnerving, and I wasn't sure exactly how to feel about it.
"Angel." His voice was pleading.
But what was it he wanted? My body or my blood? Or both? It didn't really matter. Right now, I would give him anything he needed, even if he drained me dry, just to escape my reality for a little while.
I opened my mouth to tell him I was his for the taking when suddenly he stiffened. His eyes flew to the door, and a moment later I was teetering on my high-heeled boots trying to lock my knees so I didn't fall and he was standing across the room.
But his eyes...those beautiful black eyes lit from within with some otherworldly light...never left my face.
My hand flew to my chest, and I forced myself to breathe. Just breathe.
A second later there was a knock behind me and Kenya called through the door, "Hey guys, sorry, but I need to get in there to finish things up so I can get home before the sun comes up."
"Just a sec," Jamal called out. His chest rose and fell with ragged breaths and his hands were clenched into fists at his sides. His black eyes tracked every tiny movement I made.
I told myself to move, to gather my things and get the hell out of there, but I couldn't get my feet--or any other part of me--to obey my orders. All I could do was stare back at Jamal. He appeared larger, his muscles harder, his erection thick and long and held against his stomach by his G-string. Even his face was changed. The bones sharper and his lips partly open, showing the tips of his fangs.
My heart began to pound out of my chest as he suddenly strode toward me. I watched him come, wondering what he was going to do, but at the last second, he swept past me and went to the door. I turned partially around and watched him crack it open, making sure to keep his bottom half behind the door. My eyes drifted down to his bare ass. Nothing but muscle there, too. Seriously, the dude could be the model for one of those Michelangelo statues...only with a much more impressive package.
"I need five more minutes," he told the vampire waiting on the other side.
"Jamal, come on..."
"Five minutes." He held up his hand, long fingers sprawled wide.
"Five minutes," she repeated. "Then I'm coming in."
He closed the door but didn't immediately turn around.
"Um, I can go." Walking over to the chair, I reached down to pick up my coat and bag. I'd stop by the bathroom on my way and fix my face before I walked out into the bar. I didn't know who all was still here besides Kenya, but I didn't want to take any chances of someone seeing me like this and word getting back to Judy. No, wait, what was I thinking? I could just magic myself up until I got home, not wasting any more time here than necessary.
Jamal grabbed my wrist just as my fingertips touched my coat, stopping me. "Stay a minute."
Straightening, I looked up at him, trying to ignore the fire still surging through my blood at his nearness. "Look, I shouldn't have come. I don't know what I'm even doing here."
His nostrils flared slightly, and I could tell he was scenting me. Although he didn't look quite as feral as he had a few moments ago, he was still a sight to see. If I wasn't a witch, if I was a normal human woman, I'd be terrified, instead of so turned on the slightest movement made my nipples rub against my bra and the ache between my legs grow so intense I felt like I was about to spontaneously orgasm if he didn't stop looking at me the way he was.
