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the only exit aside from the window. If he wants to attempt a three-story jump, I’ll have to tackle him. I’m not opposed to the idea. “I can’t let you do that.”
He lifts a brow, then rests his chin on the top of my head. “There is no other way. You may be able to fight them. You might even win, but more are coming. I can feel them, Josie. Trust me on this.”
I take a moment and have a heart to heart with my gut. Instinct tells me Keller’s right. This is only the first wave. I’ll admit I’m a little proud they’re sending so many to take me down. I’m known as a badass of epic proportions around these parts. Good to know my reputation stands. I won’t go as far as to say I need his help, but I will admit I can use it. I take a deep breath and know I’ll immediately regret the words that are about to come out of my mouth. What choice do I have?
“You can have my blood.”
Keller lifts his head and backs up two steps, shock and something else I can’t quite explain evident in his expression.
“What did you say?”
I stand straighter. “I said you can have my blood, but if you try pulling any of that aphrodisiac shit on me, I’ll stake you to the wall.”
-7-
The Vampire Bites
Keller tensed.
You can have my blood.
Josie’s words echoed in Keller’s mind. He hadn’t been drunk since he’d been turned. He was drunk now, though. Drunk on five life-altering words.
The walls seemed to close in on them, pulsing, squeezing out the rest of the world and allowing no room for interference. This wasn’t the way he had planned their first bite at all, but he’d do it if it meant protecting Josie. Not only do it, he knew with absolute certainty this bite would predict his future—their future. The first taste would lead to more, and he looked forward to the endless days where he would spend hours doing nothing but sinking into her heat, pleasuring her while she screamed and begged for release. He would take her to the precipice over and over again until, finally, he would allow her to fall. Powerless, or perhaps unwilling to control his thoughts, his gaze went hot.
As if she sensed his mounting desire, Josie widened her stance and went into protection mode. She cleared her throat and said, “My blood. My terms.”
Unable to speak, he nodded, eyed the vein pulsing erratically just below her ear.
“Not my neck.” Josie reached back and pulled the knife from her waistband. The sharp metal shined brightly, reflecting off the overhead light.
He laughed until she slid the blade across the inside of her left wrist. Blood welled, dripped, called to him like a siren’s song.
The scent—her scent—wrapped wickedly around him. Keller felt his cheeks hollow, his gums ache, his erection swell.
Seemingly unaffected, Josie thrust her arm toward him in a hasty fashion. “Wasting time here. Let’s get this show on the road.”
Drops of bright red blood stained the worn carpet, a warning and an invitation. Keller moved then, but resisted the overwhelming urge to take her vein. Not yet. Her pleasure came first. A first bite came once and once only. He had to make it count. Sliding his palm over her cheek, he cradled the back of her head and dipped in to kiss her softly, shifting so that his legs straddled hers. Josie stood ramrod straight for a full five seconds, then, as if she lost her will to fight, sighed and returned the kiss. Keller lingered before brushing his mouth over her cheek, across her ear. He pressed his lips to her neck, inhaled.
“Don’t,” she whispered, her breath shaky.
Though he heard the lust that roughened her voice, felt her heat as she leaned into his thigh and pressed her core against him, he said, “I won’t.” Many considered the neck to be the most intimate of spots. Keller wasn’t sure he agreed. Intimacy came in the form of emotions, the connecting of souls. He nipped at her shoulder. “Has another fed from you before?” Whether she said yes or no
He lifts a brow, then rests his chin on the top of my head. “There is no other way. You may be able to fight them. You might even win, but more are coming. I can feel them, Josie. Trust me on this.”
I take a moment and have a heart to heart with my gut. Instinct tells me Keller’s right. This is only the first wave. I’ll admit I’m a little proud they’re sending so many to take me down. I’m known as a badass of epic proportions around these parts. Good to know my reputation stands. I won’t go as far as to say I need his help, but I will admit I can use it. I take a deep breath and know I’ll immediately regret the words that are about to come out of my mouth. What choice do I have?
“You can have my blood.”
Keller lifts his head and backs up two steps, shock and something else I can’t quite explain evident in his expression.
“What did you say?”
I stand straighter. “I said you can have my blood, but if you try pulling any of that aphrodisiac shit on me, I’ll stake you to the wall.”
-7-
The Vampire Bites
Keller tensed.
You can have my blood.
Josie’s words echoed in Keller’s mind. He hadn’t been drunk since he’d been turned. He was drunk now, though. Drunk on five life-altering words.
The walls seemed to close in on them, pulsing, squeezing out the rest of the world and allowing no room for interference. This wasn’t the way he had planned their first bite at all, but he’d do it if it meant protecting Josie. Not only do it, he knew with absolute certainty this bite would predict his future—their future. The first taste would lead to more, and he looked forward to the endless days where he would spend hours doing nothing but sinking into her heat, pleasuring her while she screamed and begged for release. He would take her to the precipice over and over again until, finally, he would allow her to fall. Powerless, or perhaps unwilling to control his thoughts, his gaze went hot.
As if she sensed his mounting desire, Josie widened her stance and went into protection mode. She cleared her throat and said, “My blood. My terms.”
Unable to speak, he nodded, eyed the vein pulsing erratically just below her ear.
“Not my neck.” Josie reached back and pulled the knife from her waistband. The sharp metal shined brightly, reflecting off the overhead light.
He laughed until she slid the blade across the inside of her left wrist. Blood welled, dripped, called to him like a siren’s song.
The scent—her scent—wrapped wickedly around him. Keller felt his cheeks hollow, his gums ache, his erection swell.
Seemingly unaffected, Josie thrust her arm toward him in a hasty fashion. “Wasting time here. Let’s get this show on the road.”
Drops of bright red blood stained the worn carpet, a warning and an invitation. Keller moved then, but resisted the overwhelming urge to take her vein. Not yet. Her pleasure came first. A first bite came once and once only. He had to make it count. Sliding his palm over her cheek, he cradled the back of her head and dipped in to kiss her softly, shifting so that his legs straddled hers. Josie stood ramrod straight for a full five seconds, then, as if she lost her will to fight, sighed and returned the kiss. Keller lingered before brushing his mouth over her cheek, across her ear. He pressed his lips to her neck, inhaled.
“Don’t,” she whispered, her breath shaky.
Though he heard the lust that roughened her voice, felt her heat as she leaned into his thigh and pressed her core against him, he said, “I won’t.” Many considered the neck to be the most intimate of spots. Keller wasn’t sure he agreed. Intimacy came in the form of emotions, the connecting of souls. He nipped at her shoulder. “Has another fed from you before?” Whether she said yes or no
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