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babble. The “no” finally popped out of my mouth. “It’s
kind of my job not to get bitten.”
    “Then you have no idea how erotic it can be,
for both parties.” He trailed a hand down the side of my body. Part
of me begged him to touch me more, and another part recoiled at the
idea. His magic hummed along my skin, heightening the pleasure.
    “I’ve never had a vampire touch me and not
have it be uncomfortable.”
    One side of his mouth curled into a smile.
“You touch most of us in violence. And even if you didn’t, most of
us don’t have the control I have. I’m very good.”
    To prove his point, he ran one finger
between the valley of my breasts and down to my navel. I shuddered
and gasped. My nipples hardened and goose bumps sprang up all over
my body. I could only imagine the reaction he’d get if he put those
fingers in other places.
    He ran his hand lightly up my neck and
pushed my head to the side. He lowered his mouth to my throat. I
felt his breath on my neck and tensed. I tried to turn my head back
to block him, but he grabbed my jaw and easily kept me in
place.
    I struggled against the handcuffs. This game
he was playing had gone too far.
    The image of my father with his throat torn
out came to mind. It was seared into my brain. The wound was raw,
and gaping. What little blood he had left seeped onto the wooden
porch as I’d tried futilely to stop the bleeding.
    The stain wouldn’t come up. Mother had to
rip out the whole porch and replace it. As stone cold as she was,
she couldn’t bear to see her husband’s blood every day as she left
the house.
    “Let me go,” I shouted as I strained harder
against Alaric.
    He put some of his weight on me to try and
stop my struggles but released my chin.
    I snapped my head around and met his
concerned gaze. “Get off me.” I gasped. “I need space.” My heart
pounded in my chest, and I couldn’t breathe.
    “Take a deep breath. I’m not going to hurt
you. Breathe.”
    I managed to suck in air. He laid his head
on my chest as I started to breathe normally. “Boy do I know how to
kill the mood.”
    “Actually, listening to your heart pound is
pretty erotic to me.”
    I glared at him. “Horn dog.”
    “Pretty much.” He raised his head to look at
me. “Want to tell me what the freak out was about?”
    I narrowed my eyes. “Hell no. Just because
part of me wants to fuck you doesn’t mean I want to share my inner
secrets with you. You’re not my therapist, vamp.”
    “All right. I didn’t want you to freak out
when I try to bite you again.”
    I growled and bucked my body to throw him
off of me. “Why don’t you forget about taking my blood?”
    He smiled. “Well, that doesn’t sound fun to
me.”
    “Too damned bad.”
    “Really? Because I seem to have the
advantage.” He brushed his lips against mine.
    “I’d like you to leave now.”
    “But I’m having so much fun.”
    He pressed his lips to mine again. His
tongue stroked my bottom lip, begging for entry. I opened my mouth
and his tongue slid inside. He tasted like honey. I groaned as his
tongue tangled with mine.
    He broke away and kissed his way down to my
throat, while carefully shifting my head to the side. I tensed
again, and he glanced at me.
    “It doesn’t hurt. I promise, and I don’t
plan to kill you.”
    “I still don’t want you to bite me.”
    His warm, wet tongue traced a path up my
throat and he rubbed a thumb across my clavicle and down my
shoulder, using his magic to heighten the pleasure. I shuddered. He
was certainly persuasive.
    His fangs slid into my throat with the
slightest prick of pain, and then an intense pleasure radiated from
the wound, sending shivers down my spine. Heat curled through my
womb. I wanted him to fill me. It didn’t matter that he was a
monster. I needed him to touch me.
    When he pulled away I moaned in protest
before I could stop myself. Slowly, my brain returned to me.
    I had to swallow twice before I could speak.
“I can see how
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