Page 84 of House of Blood and Roses: Vol. 1

"I think what you do with your fangs is fairly obvious," Linc responds, reaching out and brushing his fingers against the vein in my neck.

I shiver at the touch. "How does it feel?"

"No idea. You're the only person I've ever had the urge to bite."

"Oh."

He leans in, his lips close to my ear. "I've heard it's very pleasurable."

My breath catches in my throat. I can't see how he'd be wrong about that, especially with how much I'm enjoying the way it feels just to think about it.

"A break, Linc," I say.

He nods and steps back. "We should have some blood."

I nod. "Blood is a good idea." Maybe it will distract me from the fact that I want to sink my fangs into him right now.

He heads over to the table where a pitcher and goblets sit.

"Do I want to know why you have two?" I try not to think about it too hard. He wasn't expecting me today, but maybe he was waiting for someone else.

"I didn't send one back to the kitchens yesterday," he admits.

"Ah, right."

"I gave you the clean one." He gestures for us to sit down.

"And no wine," I say, examining the tray.

"I asked Eric to take it away. He probably took it home to drink or something."

"I'm proud of you." I lean in and kiss his cheek.

"I only did it because if it was here, I'd have drunk it."

"I know, that's why I'm proud."

He smiles and hands me one of the goblets. Even this small touch is enough to make me feel like I'm on fire.

I pull away and go to sit down on the cushions, glad that I don't have to force myself to be away from him again now. I take a sip of my blood, glad that I can distract myself with it.

"So, Lord Fallmartin told you who I was?" Linc asks, coming to sit beside me.

I nod. "He told me that he thought I'd be happy about my betrothal, and then he said your name," I respond. "And then I came here to ask you if it was true."

"Then I'm glad I'm able to confirm that it is."

"Me too." I lean against him. "I mean, I'd much rather do the marriage thing in our own time, but somehow, I don't think either of our fathers are going to let that happen."

"No, likely not, I'm surprised that we haven't been marched down to the wedding stones already," he says.

I let out a small laugh. "Can you imagine if that was when we'd found out about this?"

Linc chuckles. "That would have been interesting."

"I don't think I'd have dealt with it very well. I probably wouldn't have been able to do all of the wedding ceremony things. I don't even know what they all are. They're going to tell me before it happens, right?"

"You've seen most of it," he responds. "You exchange blood, and make the vow, and that's pretty much it."