She leaned down and kissed him, pressed his hands to her breasts, rocked with him. She came in a rush of deep strokes of his cock, only to find herself nearly there again. Deeper, harder, faster. Another orgasm as he moaned with his own release. He pressed her hips against his with a hard upward thrust. Then rolled her onto her back and filled his hand with her breast. He was still hard.
“Just how long can a Vampire go?”
“How long do you want me to go?
His long hair hung wildly around his shoulders and she wrapped her legs around his calves. “All night.”
“It’s morning.”
“So I take it you don’t burst into flames?”
“You won’t get rid of me that easily,” he assured her, leaning down to suckle her nipple.
She inhaled at the erotic sensation, her body tightening around his cock, her hips arching into his, “Promise?”
His gaze lifted to hers, “Promise.” He licked at the sensitive peak and then bit down on it, his teeth sinking into the sensitive flesh. Marissa cried out in both pain and pleasure. An orgasm rushing over her in a wave of such sensation, she thought she might die.
When finally it faded, and he was kissing her, pumping into her, she wondered momentarily how her breast and her neck weren’t bleeding. She wasn’t though, and that was all that mattered, as long as he kept riding her and stroking her. He kept using that big, powerful body to pleasure her, to keep her from remembering the alley, the red eyes…the wolf. Wolf. The wolf that had bitten her.
Suddenly, Evan was kissing her, his body slowing its movement, his cock caressing her in a sultry rhythm. “You’re under my protection now,” he murmured in between kisses, as if he knew what she’d been thinking. “He can’t touch you.” His hand slid around her backside, lifted her so that his shaft pressed deeper inside her. “Only I can.”
His words comforted her, his body pleased her. For long minutes, she forgot anything but him and the slow, sensual movements of their bodies together. She lost herself in his kisses, more sensual now than erotic. And this time when she tumbled into satisfaction, when her body tightened around his, he tumbled with her. She felt the warm heat of his semen spill inside her, the weight of his body as he, like her, settled into a peaceful stillness, completely sated.
For a short while they laid there, as if they both were afraid to move, as if they both knew reality was outside the silence. She knew. God, she knew. She remembered everything with vivid clarity, right down to the moment when the animal in the alley had bitten her.
Slowly, he rolled to his back, and pulled her into the crook of his arm. Her hand curled in the dark springy hair of his chest. “You’re a vampire.”
“Yes,” he said, after a long pause.
“And…and that thing that bit me in the alley?” she asked, holding her breath as she waited for the answer.
“Werewolf.”
She jerked upward to stare at him, knowing the question she had to ask, knowing she wouldn’t like the answer. She wasn’t herself. She was different. She’d been changed. “And that makes me?”
He drew her hand in his, “Under my protection, Marissa.”
CHAPTER SIX
Reluctantly, Evan let Marissa back away from him, watched her grab a pillow to hug in front of her. As much as he wanted to pull her close, force her beneath him, to kiss her and Lord help the two of them, lie to her and tell her everything was going to be okay. Because he wasn’t sure it would be. He wasn’t sure he hadn’t signed himself up for a date with death, right along with her. But damn it, there was something about this woman—something worth dying for.
“Easy Sweetheart,” he said, sitting up to face her, one knee up and the sheet draped over his lower body. “You’re okay. Let’s talk about what happened, and what needs to happen now.”
“I was attacked by a werewolf.” She studied her shoulder, touched her neck. “I don’t have any marks on my shoulder or my neck. This makes no sense. I don’t understand any of this.”
“Vampire blood heals,” he said. “That’s why I fed you my blood when I found you in the alley.”
She inhaled slowly, as if taking in what he’d told her. “So answer my question that you clearly avoided. What does that make me?”
“Human.”
She shook her head in refusal of that answer. “I drank your blood and I liked it.”
“Vampire blood is like a drug,” he explained. “It heals. It enhances senses. It’s erotic. It’s natural to crave it, especially after a severe injury. You were seconds from death, Marissa.”
“So I’m not a vampire?”
“No. Simply sharing blood with me will not convert you to vampire,” the gruesome details of which he didn’t intend to share. “Nor is a conversion taken lightly, a petition has to be filed and approved by our government.”
“You actually petitioned to become a vampire?”
“No, again this wasn’t a life I’d invited, nor is it one I wish to force on anyone else.” Though eventually, sooner rather than later, that was where this was headed with Marissa. “I, like my two younger brothers, Aiden and Troy, who you’ll meet soon, were attacked by a vampire infected by bloodlust.” And because he was afraid of her mind running wild, he explained, “Bloodlust happens when we kill when we’re feeding which, I want you to know, is punishable by death. We don’t kill to feed. But this vampire did, and she’d already killed most of our small village when we tried to destroy her. Even three of us, young hunters, willing to die, didn’t stand a chance against a well-fed vampire. The only reason we survived, is a Warden, one of our races law enforcers, showed up. He saved us, and recruited us to work for him.”
Her face paled. “Oh God, Evan, I don’t know even know what to say.”
“It was a long time ago,” he said, cutting his gaze, and mentally willing away the image of his ten-year-old sister’s limp body on the porch of the house. “It’s an old wound.”
“How long ago?” she quietly asked.
His gaze lifted to hers. “Are you sure you’re ready for the answer to that question?”
“How long?”
“A hundred years last month.”
She stared at him, no open reaction, but he watched her pale eyes melt, watched the yellow flecks splinter with emotion. “And you still remembered it like it was yesterday.”
Shock slid through him at her exact understanding of what he was feeling, at her ability to use their bond so readily, without even understanding it yet. “Yes,” he confirmed, oddly at ease with her knowing his past, knowing what he’d never shared with anyone before now. “I still remember it like it was yesterday. Just as I remember the moment I hunted down that bitch and staked her in the heart.”
“I’d have staked her too,” she said vehemently.
He smiled at her. “You wouldn’t stake a fly.”