Page 8 of Space Vampire (Scared Sexy Collection #4)

Chapter Seven

Dana

I ’ m not a total nitwit, offering myself up to a vampire. I know I’m playing with fire. It’s just that ... Vlad seems kinda nice, if clueless, for a monster. If we work together, we could flee the station and find someplace more hospitable for both of us.

But first, we’ve got to figure out his feeding problem.

If we can’t figure out how to get blood into him, it doesn’t matter how good of friends we are. He’s going to eat me. I saw the mangled remains of the lab, and I can just imagine the puncture wounds in my neck those huge fangs of his will make.

So maybe if I offer him a few sips at a time, we can manage the situation. Work together. Scratch each other’s backs.

He got the door open for my food, after all. I guess I can be his food.

Vlad’s eyeing me with a mix of open skepticism and hunger as I get to my feet and sit atop the table surface. It allows us to be eye to eye and makes me feel a bit more in control of the situation.

“You are certain you wish to do this?”

Oh, hell no, I’m not certain at all. But it’s better to be his friend than his enemy.

He needs me to stay alive, and I need his strength.

He could kill me and drink all my blood even if I protested, but if we’re working together, I have a semblance of control.

“As long as you can manage how much you take, I’m fine with it.

But I don’t want to end up as empty as the blood bags. ”

“I will only take a little, and then I will gauge how my hunger is.”

“How is your hunger right now?”

He licks his fangs, his pupils dark. Vlad’s gaze settles on my neck. “Relentless.”

My skin pricks all over with awareness.

“You know, vampires traditionally bite people on the neck. There’s a great big vein there.

” I blurt the words out and inwardly cringe a moment later.

God, why am I like this? He could have just as easily drunk from my wrist. Except .

.. I don’t want him to drink from my wrist. For some reason, I need him to drink from my neck.

The thought of his mouth on my throat is echoing through all of my sexy fantasies.

Vlad just nods. “Your pulse is so strong there, I can practically smell it.”

He can smell my blood. I should be panicking, but attached to that unease is a flutter of heat. Vampire bites are supposed to be pleasant for the victim, right? “Should we give this a try, then? No sense in waiting until you starve and lose control.”

He nods again, expression tight. Then he reaches for me, his arm hooking around my waist, and in the next moment, he drags me into his lap. I let out a squeak of surprise, limbs flailing, as he turns me in his arms.

“Hold still,” he growls.

“What are you doing?” Why am I getting aroused by his manhandling? Or is it just the anticipation of his bite?

“I’ve never bit into a person before. I’m trying to figure out the best way to do it.

” He adjusts me in his grasp, and I quit trying to break free.

Instead, I sit quietly as he tilts me to one side, my back pressed to his front, and angles my neck to expose it.

“Don’t thrash when I bite you. I don’t want to harm you. ”

That’s not exactly the most reassuring thing to say. I open my mouth to tell him this when his lips brush over my skin. In the next moment, twin fangs pierce my neck, and it feels as if a hot dagger is stabbing into my throat.

Or, at least, it does for a moment.

In the next, there’s nothing but complete and utter bliss.

I make a choked sound, and he reaches up and cups my chin. His tongue slicks over my throat and he pauses to speak. “Shhh. Just a little more. Cease your squirming.”

Am I squirming? It’s hard to tell because a complete and utter orgasm is making its way through my system.

I pant, shocked at the ferocious desire that’s flooding through me, all because of his bite.

His teeth sink in again, the sound wet and strangely sensual, and I moan.

This time, my hips lift in place, as if I could somehow rub against the air and orgasm.

He groans, the sound raw and ragged, his teeth still sunk deep in place.

Vlad’s hand goes to my belly, and I grab it, desperate to climax, and pull him lower, under my tunic and between my thighs.

The noise he makes tells me that he’s just as into it as I am, and I guide that hand to my tiny panties and push them aside so he can touch me.

His fingers skim over the folds of my pussy, exploring me, and then his teeth are gone from my throat and he’s licking the hot, throbbing spot on my neck, and I wish he was licking the hot, throbbing spot between my thighs.

“You taste so good, Dana,” he tells me, his whisper reverent. “Blood tastes so much better from you.”

I whimper, pulling two of his fingers together and then guiding them to my clit. “Watch your claws.”

Then, using his hand, I show him how to touch me there, how to rub gentle circles over that nub of flesh until I’m writhing. He takes another sip from my throat even as he touches me, and the combination of his bite and his fingers makes me climax so hard that I see stars.

It takes me a moment to recover. Longer than a moment, really.

I probably sit in his lap, panting and dazed, for a good ten or twenty minutes.

All the while, he licks the wound he made in my throat and murmurs to me about how delicious I tasted, and how much he enjoyed drinking from me.

He was careful with me the entire time, and there’s not even a scratch from his deadly claws.

His nose grazes my skin, and I let out a little sigh of happiness.

It’s been a long time since I’ve come. A really freaking long time.

I didn’t realize how badly I needed that.

I feel good now, though. Relaxed and dreamy, and strangely enough, I feel protected.

Like Vlad’s going to look out for me and take care of me.

“Well ... that was ... whew. Did ... did you get enough?”

His lips brush over the side of my neck again, as if he can’t help himself. “I did. It’s so potent when it comes directly from you. I didn’t need to take much.”

I want to stretch. No, actually, I want to preen I feel so darn good. “I’m glad, because I have a feeling we’re both going to want to do that, over and over again.”

Vlad chuckles, the sound rusty, as if he’s never had a reason to laugh before. “Did you enjoy my touch, then?” His hand slips between my thighs and caresses me, then cups my pussy casually as if to say that it belongs to him.

“I didn’t hate it,” I say, quivering.

“I didn’t hate it, either.”