She opened her eyes to stare into his. “This is totally not fair.”
He smiled. “Love isn’t fair but it sure feels amazing, doesn’t it? We’re right for each other. I’ll keep convincing you.”
“I’m never going to win an argument with you, am I?”
He chuckled. “I’ll let you win sometimes. I like the idea of you restraining me to a bed and convincing me you’re right.”
The idea of him tied down at her mercy excited her. He smiled. “I hear your heart racing. Like that, do you? I’d allow you to do anything to me you want. I’d welcome it. We’ll be happy together.”
Her life flashed inside her mind. She’d become a recluse, no life outside of her home, and she’d been lonely. Blaron was offering her a life with him. She trailed her hands down to his cheeks, staring into his eyes, and knew she didn’t want to lose him. It might be scary to face an unknown future but at least it was one. He gave her such a look of longing and hope that she believed he wanted to be with her.
“Will it hurt?”
“I’ll love you always and make you happy. There’ll never be pain in my arms.”
“I mean turning.”
He grinned. “No. I will let you drink from me while I drink from you. It’s not the way you’ve seen in movies. We’ll sleep after, both of us tired, and when you wake you’ll feel the same. You’ll just need to drink blood from a bag.”
She grimaced.
He chuckled. “For you I’ll drink from the bags and you can drink from me. Way more pleasurable and it’s what a good man does for his woman.”
“It sounds gross.”
“You know how it feels when I lick your little pussy? The fangs feel almost as good when you sink them into my skin and drink from me. It’s sexual and I’ll fuck you while you do it. I promise you’re going to love it. I just may have to quit my job since we won’t want to climb out of bed for a few hundred years.”
She took a deep breath. “Okay.”
He kissed her again, the passion between them igniting, and he slowly began to fuck her. Matty moaned when he pulled his mouth away. Their gazes met.
“Drink from me, love.” He brought his wrist to his mouth, bit down, and pressed it against her parted lips.
She thought she’d gag but he began to fuck her hard and deep as his fangs sank into her neck. Pleasure and pain blurred as she drank. The taste of blood barely registered. It was just Blaron, the bliss his body gave hers, and the taste of him. She grew lightheaded as she came. The climax made her pull her mouth away from his wrist when she cried out his name.
Blaron’s fangs left her skin and he licked her wound. He turned his head, met her gaze and smiled while he licked his wrist closed.
“That’s it, love. Sleep. I’ll clean us and we’ll cuddle until we wake. I’m with you.”
Matty closed her eyes, too tired to even speak.
Epilogue
Matty woke when two strong arms lifted her. She was confused until she met Blaron’s gorgeous eyes. The blue of them seemed more brilliant, more breathtaking, and he’d put her on his lap straddling him as he sat naked against the headboard on their bed. Memory returned and she stared at him as her hands gripped his bare shoulders.
“I survived? Am I dead?” She flushed at her words. “I mean, am I the living dead now?”
He grinned. “You are alive but you’re a vampire.”
She hesitated, trying to see if she felt any different. She didn’t. Disappointment hit. “I don’t think it worked. I’m still just me.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes.”
“Mmmm.” He grinned. “This is going to feel really good. Just go with instincts.”
“What are you talking about?”
He released her hip and reached over to the side of the bed. She saw the small dagger in his hand and tensed. He grinned wider and pressed the tip against his neck.
“The things I’m willing to do for love but you need to learn how to get your fangs out. The scent of blood will do it. Just don’t fight or think about what you’re doing.”
She watched in horrified fascination as he cut his skin. Blood welled and he tossed away the dagger, grabbing her hip again. The smell of it filled her nose, her eyes widened, and her gums tingled, nearly seemed to throb, and she opened her mouth to ask him what was happening to her.
“Whath—” She paused, her voice sounding funny and touched her mouth. Something sharp made her cry out and stare at her fingertip. Blood welled.
“Easy.” He laughed. “They are sharp. Careful or one of us will need to lick whatever you cut with them.” He tilted his head. “Look at my neck, Matty love. I fed before I woke you. It’s your turn.”
Her gaze tore from her finger to his neck. Hunger rose and she inched closer.
“Go with it, love.”
She couldn’t stop. She licked at the blood, the taste made her moan, and she bit into him. The feel of her fangs piercing his skin created a jolt to rush throughout her body and pure pleasure struck. She clutched at Blaron, moaning, pressing her breasts tightly against his skin, frantically rubbing against him, needing to come so badly it hurt.
“Yes,” he groaned, his hands gliding down her sides to cup her ass. “Ride me.”
Desire burned through Matty. She wanted him to fuck her. She pulled her mouth away, remembered to lick at his skin, and stared into his eyes. Her hips lifted and she wiggled until his cock aligned perfectly with her pussy. She sank down on him, her body sleek with need already, and cried out as she came just from the feel of him stretching her. Her body quaked and Blaron groaned.
Their gazes met. “Bite me again and it will make us both come.”
She hesitated. “I love you.”
He smiled. “I love you too.”
“This is kind of crazy. We barely know each other.”
His hands caressed her skin. “We have forever together to learn and what is between us is strong.”
She moved on his shaft, moaning. “You’re irresistible, in my defense.”
“I can be persuasive when I’m after the thing I want most in the world and that’s you.” He turned his head, offering her his neck. “Take me, my brave, beautiful Matty. I’m yours.”
The sincerity of his words made happy tears fill her eyes. He meant it. He didn’t see her scars. He loved her and had given her an entirely new life to share with him. She was sexy, desirable and beautiful to him. Something inside her knew as she brushed her lips over his neck that they’d be happy together. They had forever to get it right and any arguments with him in the future promised to be very pleasurable.
TINDERBOX
by Regina Carlysle
Chapter One
