Page 73 of Bleed

Elliott jerks awake so violently that my heart leaps into my throat.

He bolts upright, eyes wide and wild as they dart frantically around the room before landing on us. “What happened?” he demands, throwing the sheet aside and springing to his feet.

It takes a second for my brain to register the fact that he’s completely naked. And when it does, my eyes immediately drop to the very large, very hard dick bobbing between his thighs.

Damn.

He definitely wasn’t exaggerating about being well endowed.

“I fucked up,” Albert blurts, falling to his knees and burying his face in his hands.

Honestly, his flair for the dramatic is getting a little absurd at this point. And that’s coming from me.

“I fed from your source,” he confesses, his voice muffled behind his palms. “I’m sorry…”

For one suspended heartbeat, Elliott doesn’t move. My pulse ticks in my throat, eyes darting between the two men as the air in the room shifts, thickening with tension.

Then all at once, the concern drains from Elliott’s face, replaced by something cold and predatory. In a burst of vampire speed, he zips across the room to Albert, hand lashing out to fist his hair and haul him to his feet. Albert lets out a strangled cry as Elliott twists his head sideways at an angle that makes my stomach lurch, looming over him menacingly.

“How dare you take what’s mine,” he snarls, every word dripping with barely restrained violence.

“I know,” Albert sobs. “I’m s-s-sorry.”

Elliott’s eyes snap to mine. Something in them makes every instinct scream that I should be afraid– that I should turn around and run for the fucking hills. Instead, I’m rooted to the spot I’m standing in, unable to look away. Because I’ve never seen Elliott like this before.

The man I’m looking at isn’t the brilliant scientist, and he definitely isn’t the maddeningly composed control freak. This is the vampire– raw, possessive, and positively feral.

Seeing the monster beneath the man should definitely rattle me, but against all logic, heat unfurls low in my belly as I hold his gaze.

He’s scary, sure… scary hot.

Ugh, there’s something seriously wrong with me.

Elliott’s nostrils flare, his jaw clenching. “How did she taste?” he murmurs, his eyes never leaving mine.

Albert whimpers. “Fucking delicious…”

Elliott’s fingers tighten in his hair, wrenching his head another inch to the side. Albert cries out, and that’s when I finally snap the fuck out of it, realizing I might be about to witness an actual murder if I don’t do something.

“Whoa, whoa,” I say, throwing up my hands as I take a cautious step forward. “This isn’t his fault. I talked him into trying it.”

The intensity of Elliott’s stare only deepens, his dark eyes boring into mine. “Why?” he demands.

“I… I don’t know,” I stammer, my mouth running dry. “I guess I wanted to see if he’d like it, or something? Since you don’t seem to be interested.”

Something flashes across Elliott’s face. Then he suddenly releases Albert, blurring across the room toward me in a burst of supernatural speed. His hand clamps around the back of my neck, spinning me toward the door and pressing my front against the wood. His body cages mine, every inch of his much larger frame boxing me in from behind.

My breath catches as his hips press against me, his hard cock digging into the small of my back as he leans down to murmur in my ear.

“You are mine. You’re not to offer yourself up to anyone else. Do you understand?”

A helpless little whimper escapes me, heat licking up my spine as my thighs clench together.

“Nod if you understand.”

I dip my chin once, then apparently lose all control of my neck and start nodding like a damn bobblehead, too flustered and turned on for rational thought.

“Good.”