Hagen, Lynn - Montana's Vamp [Brac Pack 16] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic ManLove) Read Online Free PDF

doctor drink his coffee. Taking a glass tumbler from the cupboard, he walked back to his room.
    His mate was still asleep, still rolled into a ball. Setting the glass down, Montana pulled the knife from the sheath strapped to his ankle. Hey, fighting rogues, one could never be over-prepared.
    Taking a deep breath, he cut his wrist, watching as the crimson flowed down his skin and into the cup. When it was half full, he licked his wrist. A cut like that could be healed by his saliva. Anything bigger and he would have to shift to heal.
    “Pumpkin, wake up.” Montana bent at the waist and lightly shook his shoulder.

    * * * *

    “What’s wrong?” Gabby blinked, wondering why Montana was waking him up when he could see brightness behind the blankets.
    His head began to buzz as the smell slammed into him hard. His mouth started salivating as his skin felt like it was crawling with ants.
    Blood.
    His mate reached out and snagged Gabby around his waist, pulling him close to the edge of the bed. “Drink this, baby.”
    Montana handed him a glass with blood in it. “How? Whose?”
    “Mine, drink it before it gets cold.”
    Gabby wanted to protest, but the smell was making his stomach claw away at him. With trembling hands he took the glass, turning his back on Montana as he balled up around the tumbler and drank it.
    He drank it greedily as the taste hit his tongue and splashed down the back of his throat. His tongue skated around the inside looking for more. It wasn’t enough, but he wasn’t going to tell the wolf that. He appreciated the gesture even if it embarrassed him. He handed the glass back, not turning around.
    He heard some movement, and then a moment later Montana spoke. “Here, pumpkin.”
    Gabby stretched his arm back and swiped it around, not looking to see where Montana’s hand was. “Turn around, pumpkin.”
    He shook his head vehemently. “No, please don’t make me.”
    “If we’re going to spend the next seven centuries together, I have to see it sooner or later, so turn around.” He said it with a little more authority in his voice, which made Gabby slowly turn, his head hung down as he reached for the full glass. His hands shook as he sipped at it, trying to hunch over so Montana wouldn’t see him.
    Montana sat down and pulled Gabby onto his lap, taking the glass from his hands. He put it to Gabby’s lips. “Drink.”
    Gabby opened, swallowing quickly as possible so Montana wouldn’t have to watch him. Why was he making him do this in front of him? He was humiliated enough that he needed it in the first place. A hand caressed down his back as he emptied the last of it, his tongue once again licking inside the tumbler.
    “Need more?”
    Gabby twisted his hands in his lap, not wanting to answer the question as he licked the remnants from his lips. Montana reached onto the nightstand and grabbed a knife that Gabby hadn’t even seen sitting there. “You’ll have to hold this.” Montana handed him the glass.
    “I–I can’t.”
    “Yes, you can, pumpkin. We’re both going to have to get comfortable with this.” Montana sliced the thin line across his wrist again, holding it over the glass. Before Gabby could stop him, his wolf laid his wrist to Gabby’s mouth.
    Gabby cried out as the blood hit his tongue. What was Montana doing? “No,” he sobbed, but his lips formed a tight suction around the wound, drawing deep.
    This was the first time he had drunk from the source and hell if he could stop.

    * * * *

    “Fuck!” Montana growled as pleasure he had never before experienced rocketed through him. His cock hardened in a millisecond. The need to fuck his mate overrode all other thought as he tossed to glass onto the nightstand and threw Gabby down onto the bed. His mate drank greedily from him as Montana yanked his jeans down with one hand. “I need to fuck you.”
    Never in his life had he lost total control as he was doing now.
    Gabby stayed locked on to his wrist as he squirmed