Page 90 of Bite Me

“Eddie…”

The image in the mirror made my heart flutter in my chest like a hummingbird. All that blood on his pale skin… I needed to lick the bite so it wouldn’t scar. I needed to take care of my sweetheart.

“Eddie, let me close the bite.”

But Eddie grabbed my thigh, staying seated on my cock.

“No.”

“It’ll leave a scar.”

He nodded, his eyes closing. “Yes.”

I couldn’t take my eyes off the picture we made. The vampire and his victim. But Eddie’s cheeks were a healthy shade of pink, his chest was rising, and his cock remained half hard. He stroked my forearm where I held him around his waist.

“Let me at least clean you up,” I rasped.

“Okay. But leave the bite.”

I gently laid him on the sheets and proceeded to lick and kiss him all over, carefully avoiding the two red dots at the base of his throat. My conscience niggled at me whenever I glanced at them.

“Eddie, baby, last chance. Or the scar will never disappear.”

He peered at me from underneath his eyelashes.

“That’s the point.”

“Why?”

He licked his lips, his eyes shifting between mine.

“If the myth is true, and I’m your siren, you’ll never feed from anyone else. Maybe you think I don’t notice the fear flash in your face sometimes when you look at me, but I do see it, and I understand. I want you to see the scar and know that I’m yours, to the last drop. I’m here for you. Forever.”

His words stole my breath. I could only stare at his beauty, the bite marring his impeccable skin, and let the love consume me.

His blood drying on my hands, I kissed him. Eddie kissed me back, then burrowed into my embrace with a soft moan.

“Doesn’t it hurt?” I whispered.

“It stings, but I like it.”

Huh. Maybe I didn’t mind seeing the traces of red on our skin and sleeping on stained sheets.

“Eddie, sweetheart, you’re my everything.” My voice still wouldn’t work properly.

“I know. I guess, I’m just that lucky.”

Even when I felt like I might drown in my love for him, Eddie still made me laugh.

22

PEACE AND QUIET

EDDIE

I rested my head against the wall behind me. The elevator buzzed, and I could feel the quiet sound resonating through my skull. The headache was killing me, but soon, I’d be home.

I let myself into our apartment, and Russel came from the living room, wearing nothing but loose yoga pants. He took one look at me and sighed.