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Thinking about it made her blood boil, but when his thumb found her lips and traced the bottom one before prodding one of her fangs, she forgot all about her pride and his arrogance.
She tried to turn her head away, but it wasn’t in time to stop blood from beading on his thumb. Her nostrils flared, and she barely restrained herself from throwing her arms around him as the coppery aroma engulfed her.
“Easy, witch,” he murmured as his lips found her cheek. “You’ve gone too long without feeding.”
Those words managed to evoke some of her lost fury at this man. “Whose fault is that?”
“You could have come to me at any time to feed.”
Maybe so, but she’d be damned before she asked him for anything. Now, she had no choice as pain twisted in her belly.
She bit back a whimper as her eyes closed and his other hand gripped her nape. With gentle prodding, he brought her mouth toward his throat.
Heart hammering, her dry mouth flooded with saliva as her fangs throbbed in anticipation. Every part of her was on fire with her thirst for blood.
His erection pressing into her belly didn’t help, and she rubbed against it. She’d almost died today and so many other times recently, buttodayshe’d felt the hand of death on her neck. It had taunted her with its presence and its knowledge of her fate.
A fate it was denied, and largely because of Orin, who cared little about much in life, but he’d left the safety of the pub forher. Sahira closed her eyes as she swayed toward him; she couldn’t resist anymore and didn’t want to.
The flesh of his neck was warm against her mouth. She couldn’t stop her tongue from flicking over his skin, just above his enticing pulse. He tasted of salt, sweat, and man in the most delicious ways possible.
He kept one hand on her nape and the other on the wall beside her head while leaning into her. Her nipples hardened when his chest brushed hers.Everypart of her sought more of a connection to him.
Before she could think about it anymore, and her hunger could tear her to further shreds, she gripped his nape with both hands and locked him into place as she sank her fangs into his throat. As soon as his blood hit her tongue, she reacted as if struck by lightning.
She jerked against him as his blood and power filled her. And there was so much power in Orin that she knew, with absolute certainty, he had far more ciphers than he revealed.
The man was exquisite; she’d feasted on countless others over the years, but no one as powerful as him. And his strength flowed through his blood and into her as it nourished and energized her.
It had been so long since she fed that anyone’s blood would have made her half crazed, but his power caused her head to spin.She didn’t recall thinking about releasing his neck to grasp his shirt until it shredded in her hands as she tore it from him.
Feeding could awaken an overwhelming lust in vampires. They became aroused by someone else’s nearness, the life flowing into them, and the intimacy of it all. Their bloodlust was quenched by sex and feeding; she was only getting one of those things.
A vampire could control their bloodlust, and she’d kept it restrained in the past, but she was nearly mindless with it now. She didn’t know if it was because she’d gone so long without feeding, the strength of his blood, or if she simplywantedthis.
Hecate help her, she reallydidwant this, and for far longer than she’d ever admit to anyone… including herself. This man drove her insane; she despised everything about him but still yearned to fuck him.
Call it curiosity or simple, irresistible attraction, but she wanted him. And shewouldhave him.
CHAPTERSEVENTY
Orin had knownthe little witch would be wild, and she didn’t disappoint. He hadn’t expected her to be this passionate and ravenous, but he wouldn’t complain as she ground against him while he pushed her pants over her hips.
Without breaking her bite on him, she kicked off her boots and wiggled her pants down far enough to kick them off. When his hand settled on her ass, she jumped up to lock her legs around his waist while she bit harder.
Orin stiffened against the pain before it faded and the pleasure that often came from a vampire’s bite replaced it. His cock throbbed as her hands jerked at the button on his pants until it tore free.
The button clattered as it bounced into the darkness before resting somewhere. He caressed her silken skin as he savored the feel of her. He’d waited and schemed to get to this point; he should bury himself inside her and feast, too, but he lost himself to the exquisite sensation of her in his arms.
She felt so good he was half convinced she wasn’t real. None of the countless women he’d screwed over the years had been as warm, supple, or inviting as her. He didn’t want the moment to end, even as hunger shredded his insides.
Orin shoved his pants down and sighed in relief when he freed his erection from its prison. That sigh became a groan of ecstasy when she shifted her hips to tease the head of his shaft with her wet entrance.
Shit!
Had anyone ever been so wet and ready for him? If Orin wasn’t careful, he’d come before entering her, something he’d never done before, not even when he was a teen. He’d been faster than he should have been back then but never embarrassed himself by spilling his seed before entering a woman.
Shifting her hips again, the witch drew his head into her. When she drew him deeper, he gritted his teeth against ramming into her until he finally found the release he craved.
