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“What if I say you’re pretty or strong or so blanting clever?” I held his gaze, hunting for the truth. “Because you are.” When he turned my body into nothing but sensation, I couldn’t guard my words, and his shutting down and turning me away the first time had been more than enough.
“I’m working on it,” he groaned as I smoothed my hands over his muscled ass and jerked our hips together. Silver’s eyes sparkled. “Have we talked it out enough?”
Tongue flicking, I nodded, capturing a bead of moisture from my lengthening fang. Silver’s heady gaze froze on my mouth, and my nostrils flared as his rich scent flooded my nose. He’d taken the edge off, but I needed more.
I wanted him to offer, but I was prepared to beg. I wanted him to freely give the gift of his blood this time.
And his body.
My gaze traveled over the light dusting of hair on his legs until it met his straining length, the rounded tip an angry red.
“Ignore that.” Silver fidgeted, cupping his groin.
It seemed both of us had taken a step back, nerves taking over after being so forthcoming.
I licked my fangs and wrestled my gaze away from what promised to be a good time, up to his face. “Never in a million annums would I be capable of ignoring that.”
Silver stepped closer and blurted, “You need more blood, right?”
A rushing sound filled my ears, and my senses surged to high alert. Silver stared at my mouth as I gathered more liquid off my fang. Though he washolding back, his pupils were blown so wide I could practically see desire swirling in their depths.
Heart pounding in my chest, I trusted his words—he doesn’t dislike a thing about me—and scooted backward on the mattress until my butt hit the wall and spread my legs open. “Come here.” I beckoned with one finger.
Without hesitation, Silver climbed after me.
His scent enveloped me, a spicy aroma that drove my mind to madness, but I resisted the enticing call of his blood. He needed to mean it with every spark of his being. I bit down on my lip, the sting allowing me to concentrate. “Closer.” I patted my bare thigh.
“All right,” Silver whispered, the knot in his throat bobbing as he straddled my lap.
Despite how much I loved the solid weight of him, his closeness, the slight tremble in his hands as he hunted for a place to put them—anywhere—I sensed his reluctance. Why was he so unsure? It wasn’t like him to lack confidence.
“Ask me again.” I stroked my hand down his spine, stopping at his hip, and pulled him in even closer.
He sucked on his plump lip. “What?” he asked in a throaty hum.
“Offer me your blood once more.”Offer me everything.I guided his face to mine, twisting his wet hair around my fingers until water trickled down his back. It did nothing to cool the fire burning in my veins.
Eyes hooded and lips parted, Silver licked the corner of his mouth. “It’s yours. Take it. Take whatever you need.”
I teased a fang over the pulsing vein on his neck. “Say please,” I growled, my voice ravaged after days in a sandstorm. “Tell me you want me the same desperate way I want you.”
“Quit fucking playing with me.” Silver’s hand rode up my thigh, cupped my balls, and gently squeezed. The deep timbre of his voice turned my already hard length to steel.
There he is.This was the often-abrasive male I would do anything for. Though getting a taste of his sweeter side had worked me up even more. “Just waiting for you to come back to me.”
His hazy eyes cleared, replaced by the potent will of a male who’d survived in a research station by himself for almost a year. “Give me what I want.”
He brushed his thumb over the gold ring circling my d’ink, spinning it, and I jumped.
“You like me bossy, huh?” Silver flicked his flat pink tongue over my fang, collecting a drop of venom.
“Yes.” I moaned when he brought the liquid to his mouth, fighting back the urge to pounce. His body shuddered. “What does it taste like?”
He licked his lips, staring at me with an intensity that sizzled along the vitae tie bond. “Like apple pie and home. It tastes like you.”
He tightened his grip on my waist. “If you ever leave me again, searching for what’s right in front of you, there will be hell to pay.” Silver cupped the back of my head and brought it to his neck. “Now drink.” His rough voice softened. “Please. Take what you need.” Silver arched his long neck, emphasizing the thrumming blue vein below.
With care this time, I pierced his skin and sank my fangs into his warm flesh. I drank just enough to fill my body’s reserve, groaning and rolling my hips at the waves of lust only his blood caused. Fangs retracting, my eyes flickered open, taking Silver in. He straddled my lap, and his legs shook as I massaged our d’inks together in one hand.
