Page 91 of Undying
Unadulterated hatred sizzles through my veins at the thought of anyone forcing him in such a way. Darkness swirls inside me, and I battle against the need to hunt down the bitch who dared touch him…and fail, practically vibrating with rage. “Where is she?”
Milo blinks in surprise at my vehement tone, a furrow between his brows. “Dead. Stanton killed her and the others a long time ago.”
I pout at having my prey taken from me, and he gives a husky chuckle, his nose bumping mine. “You are nothing like her.” He licks his lips to emphasize his point, and heat blazes across my cheeks at his obvious enjoyment. “I could live off the taste of you alone.”
I squirm as need slowly ratchets through my system once more. I grab the front of his shirt, tugging him forward, our lips stopping just shy of touching when he blocks my kiss by pressing his forehead against mine. “I’ve waited close to a hundred years for you, dreamed of you for years with an ache that I could never appease. You make me feel alive again. With you in my arms, my soul finally feels whole.”
My heart swoons at his romantic confession, and I reach up, looping my arms around his neck, unable to be near him for a second longer and not kiss him. My tongue brushes his fangs, and I can’t resist licking the sharp edges. He practically vibrates in my arms, his hands immediately slipping around my waist, and he pulls me flush against him.
His erection presses against my stomach, hard and insistent, and I moan as my brain overloads at all the sensations bombarding me. Despite my recent orgasm, my hunger has not abated at all. If anything, it’s turned harsher and more insistent.
I’m falling for my charmingly awkward vampire. He’s not cocky or outgoing, and I’m finding it rather refreshing. He’s steady and dependable, and he’s offering me everything I’ve ever wanted. I just have to be brave enough to take it and trust that he will catch me.
Deciding to risk everything, I slip my hands into his wet hair and yank his head back, breaking the kiss. A growl rumbles from his chest, his pupils dilating until they eat away at the green in his eyes, and I can see his vampire lurking in their depths. Milo might still be in control, but his primal self is being held back by just a thread.
Not wanting only part of him, I lean up and nip at his bottom lip with my fangs hard enough to leave behind a tiny bead of blood. “I want you naked.”
He instantly releases me and steps out of the shower. Turning off the water, I follow him step for step. He comes to a halt in the middle of the room, never removing his gaze from mine as he reaches for his shirt.
Instead of trying to tug the wet item over his head, he casually grabs the edges, and it pulls apart at the seams. The steam from the shower plays peekaboo with his form. His flesh is pale, as one might suspect from a vampire, but his skin is so smooth that it might as well be cut from marble. I didn’t expect to find the self-proclaimed nerd so fucking ripped.
My fingers twitch to touch all those delicious muscles and hard ridges on display. When he reaches for his pants, I give a hum of pleasure as all those muscles move, and I can’t tear my eyes away from the hypnotizing sight.
When he shucks off the pants, I swallow hard. Though he might not be as tall or muscular as the others, his cock is massive, long and thick and veiny enough to hit all the right spots. I shift to ease the ache at my core, my pussy clenching around nothing and desperate to be filled.
Milo stands before me, his hands at his sides, allowing me to look my fill, not in the least bit bothered by his nakedness. He lifts his head, inhaling deeply, a rumble echoing off the tiles of the bathroom when he catches the scent of my arousal. His eyes darken as the vampire in him surfaces, his fangs peeking out between his parted lips.
I take an unconscious step toward him, the air on my skin making it pebble almost painfully with the need to feel his hands on me.
That’s when I notice the faint lines that are mapped out along almost every inch of his body from the neck down. Evidence of the torture he endured is like braille on his skin, and I once again wish I could go back in time to kill the bitch who did this to him.
He doesn’t turn away or flinch from my attention, hiding nothing from me, but I don’t miss the way his hands are clenched at his sides, as if he’s worried I’ll be repulsed by his scars.
I nearly scoff at the ridiculous idea.
“You are absolutely stunning, and I’ll prove it to you, even if it takes me the rest of my life to do it.” I allow him to see the truth of it in my eyes. His suffering wrenches at my heart, and I take a step toward him, determined to start now.
Milo doesn’t move, not even blinking, but I’m not deterred. I reach up and cup his face, then gently kiss him with every ounce of passion he makes me feel.
He slowly comes alive under my touch, the kiss turning voracious. His arms settle around me gingerly, as if he can’t believe I chose him. When I don’t vanish, he becomes more confident, and soon, I find myself drowning in the taste of him, and I can’t get enough.
He abruptly pulls away, his chest heaving as he struggles for breath. His green eyes search mine, and something fierce sparks in the depths, then he turns his head to the side and reaches up to run one of his nails along his neck until a thin line of blood appears across his pale skin.
“Make me yours, myreina.” It’s both a plea and a demand, his voice so husky that my nipples harden painfully.
The scent of his blood hits me like a fist to my stomach. It’s much more than hunger, it’s a need to claim him for my own. Lured closer by his mouthwatering scent, my fangs lengthen. The blood doesn’t smell like blood, but the understated sweetness of crisp apple that begs me to taste.
Leaning forward, I reach up and sink my hand into his hair, while the other hand settles on the firm globe of his ass as I pull him closer. I almost expect his skin to be cold, but the shower heated his flesh until his skin almost feels hot to the touch. I take one slow, delicious lick across his neck, the taste of him almost tart on my tongue, and I moan as his power spills through my bloodstream and steals my breath.
I whimper when I find the wound already healed, blocking me from having another taste. When my fangs scrape against his neck, Milo shivers. His hands settle on my hips, and he drags me closer until his cock presses against my stomach like a brand.
I don’t need any more encouragement, allowing my primal instincts to take over. My fangs sink into his neck, piercing his skin with a slightpop, then pure ambrosia fills my mouth. He slips his thigh between my legs, and I can’t stop myself from riding him, his hands on my hips urging me faster.
His cock brushes against my stomach, leaving behind a trail of cum. My core clenches in need, and I can’t wait a second longer to feel him filling me. I reluctantly pull back, then swipe my tongue across the puncture marks, stealing just one last taste.
The moment I straighten, he grabs my hips and lifts me clear off my feet. My hands go to his shoulders, and I wrap my legs around his waist. His movements are rough when he grabs the back of my neck, tangling his fingers in my hair, then he tilts my head to the side.
His fangs drag across my neck almost reverently, and I shiver, a torturous moan escaping me, the erotic touch setting my blood on fire. Milo lifts me slightly, and I whimper, my gut feeling hollow at the loss of contact.
