Page 43 of Daring Her Vampires

“What’s your word?” I ask.

“Rabbit's foot.”

I gaze at her bare body for the first time in the light. My mate is stunning. She’s slim, but her hips are curved gently. Her legs are toned, her stomach flat, and her breasts are enough to fill my hand. Her confidence is the most alluring thing about her. I love knowing she isn’t ashamed of her body or her species. Her life has been difficult and sad, yet she built herself up after devastation. I admire her.

“What is the bet?” I ask.

“If you can make me come, with just feeding, no touching, you win.”

“What do I win?”

“Whatever you want.”

“That's dangerous.”

“I love danger.”

“If I don’t?”

“Whatever I want.”

“Deal.” I sit up. “Ready?” She nods and then gasps as I blur over her. In a blink, I’m on my hands and knees, caging her under me. I breathe deeply, loving the smell of her heat. “Fuck, I love your scent. I love knowing I’m what is making the heat rise.”

“That’s unfair,” she whispers.

“What? My words?” I smile.

“Yes.”

“You made the rules. Talking to you isn’t prohibited,” I remind her, enjoying her glare.

“Damn. True.”

“Tricks, I’m going to enjoy the fuck out of you.” Her cheeks flush, and I love that too. I lower my head, my nose close to her skin, yet not making contact. I slowly trail down her body, barely above her skin, until I reach her feet. “You also never said where to bite you.” Her mouth is parted, her eyes tracking every move. “Bend your leg, hold it to the side. I can only use my mouth.” I lift away slightly as she slides her leg up and cups the back of her knee. I tilt my head, and my nostrils flare at the picture she makes.

Her breath escalates as I move down and to the side, my knees between her spread legs. I want to eat her.

“Sweet Jesus,” she rasps.

My eyes glow as my demon surfaces, scenting her blood and her willingness to feed us. I flex my jaw, my fangs emerging. I close my eyes for a moment, trying to find the control to stop once I start. Sally squirms, the sound of the sheets loud, along with our hearts. Opening my eyes, I focus on her pulse at the crook of her leg.

I can’t hold back any longer. Lunging forward, I sink into her flesh. At the first pull of her sweet blood, I moan. I’ve never tasted someone so sweet. She fuels the beast and coats my throat with ambrosia. I can feel it flowing through my body, making me impossibly stronger. Her cries are filled with pleasure, and it satisfies me on another level. It would be so easy to push my venom into her body, turning her.

So. Easy.

My chest pounds, my demon wanting more. When I was turned and fed for the first time, I thought nothing could compare. I was wrong. I take a deep pull and hear her groaning deeply. She’s close. Her legs thrash, and her hips thrust. Her sweet noises get louder and I feel them in my cock.

I fear that if I take more and win, I will take it all.

Ripping my mouth away, I fly across the room, crouching against the wall, one hand steepled on the floor. I close my eyes and breathe deeply.

“Fuck,” Sally moans. “I’ve never had less satisfaction on winning a bet than right now.”

I laugh abruptly. “I almost lost control.” Opening my eyes, I watch her lick her lips.

“Key word, almost,” she says, pressing her palm to her stomach. “Do you have a handle on it?”

“Barely,” I rasp.