“Bite me,” I rasped.
His eyes widened, and he took a step back. “You’re not troubled, you’re insane.”
He was just figuring this out now? “Just humor me for a moment. You feed from the neck, right?”
“Either that or the wrist, why?”
“And how long do the bitemarks usually last, two days, maybe three?” I could tell by his expression he knew where this was going. Nourishers didn’t get three days to recover, which meant they always carried marks. “Think about it, if I waltz in claiming to be your new nourisher without any marks on me, how likely are they to believe me?”
“That’s a risk we’re going to have to take because I refuse to bite you,” he growled.
His answer infuriated me. It also stung. I was willing to sacrifice my virgin neck for the cause. The least he could do was nut up and take one for the team.
“Geez, it’s not like I have cooties.” I swept my hair to one side and bared my neck. “Come on, fang me. You know you wanna.”
His eyes flashed red. My heart leapt into my throat as he took a step forward. We were close, so close that I could smell the cinnamon of his breath. I liked cinnamon, a lot.
“Never taunt a vampire,” he said in a low, growly voice that scared the shit out of me but also made me hot.
“Fine, you don’t want to bite me, then march your sexy vampire ass into that house and get me someone who will,” I snapped back at him.
One minute we were growling at each other, and the next, my back was against the cold, concrete wall, and Zack was sinking his fangs into the side of my neck.
Talk about poking the bear; I’d just poked the vampire.
6
The bite itself hurt, but the euphoria that came after swept the pain away. Far, far away. His masculine fingers encircled my neck, imprisoning me against his warm, succulent mouth. My core tightened as a giant wave of lust barreled through me. I’m talking the X-rated let’s-get-naked-and-do-the-horizontal-tango-on-the-filthy-floor kind of lust. I was soaring in sensation and drowning in ecstasy. I couldn’t give two flying fucks if he drained me dry. Drain away, baby. As I slid my hand between our two bodies and palmed his rather impressive erection, a moan tore from his lips, the vibration of it ricocheting through me. It was nice to know I wasn’t the only one affected. I could feel him coursing through my veins. He wasn’t physically touching me, yet I felt his hands everywhere. The orgasm built with each draw from his deliciously deadly fangs, and I knew it was going to be huge, monumental, the mother of all orgasms. Right as I was closing in on the finish-line and practically teetering on the precipice of nirvana, he stopped.
“No!” I gasped as he slowly retracted his fangs from my neck, while at the same time thinking, Shut up, Diana. Yes, I was actually arguing with myself, but damn it, I really wanted to come. Tears of frustration sprang to my eyes, and I whimpered when I felt his warm tongue lick across the side of my neck.
“There, that should do it.” His whiskey-coated rasp made me shiver with need—the need to ride his giant vampire cock.
This was bad. No, it was worse than bad. How was I supposed to concentrate now? Glaring daggers at him, I croaked, “You’re a cruel man, Mr. Wylde.”
“And you, Miss Duvail, are a menace. Now, before we proceed any further, I’m going to have to ask you for your gun.”
I snorted. “And give up my only means of protection? I don’t think so.”
He held out his hand. “It’s a fair request. After all, I’m willing to let you keep the knife in your boot as well as the one strapped to the middle of your back.”
Damn vampire. “Whatever,” I mumbled as I handed him my gun. “Let’s hurry and get this over with.”
The bastard had the audacity to laugh. Pocketing my gun, he started for the door. I heard him murmur, “I haven’t had this much fun in a long time.”
Truthfully, I hadn’t either. Smiling, I peeled myself from the wall and stumbled after him.
Having grown up in the ‘bigger is better’ lifestyle, I was no stranger to extravagance, but what I walked into was something other than extravagant. It was breathtaking—a throwback to a time that only existed in history books. Everything from the paintings on the walls to the rugs on the floors told a story.
“Exactly how ancient are you?” I asked as I followed him through the house and into a large, opulent dining room.
“It’s rude to ask a person’s age,” he chastised.
Before I could give him a smart-ass response, two women entered the room. I had to admit, I was surprised. The word nourisher conjured images of emaciated, anorexic, half-dead humans. These two looked the exact opposite. In fact, they appeared downright robust. Huh. Interesting.
“Ladies, come in. I’ve asked you to the main house tonight for a special reason.” I caught the looks of adoration on their faces as he pulled each of them in for a quick kiss on the cheek. Although his actions seemed more fatherly than creepy, appearances could be deceptive, especially when it came to vampires. He claimed they were just nourishers, but I couldn’t help but wonder if that’s all they were. The thought caused a flare of jealousy to ignite in the pit of my stomach. I quickly dismissed it as a case of hormonal deprivation—which made sense as I hadn’t had sex in almost two years. I was contemplating taking Ayden up on his offer when I noticed the three of them staring at me.
“As I was saying, this is Naya and Anya,” Zack angrily clipped.
What’s his problem? I thought about asking but then decided I didn’t care. Instead, I focused my attention on the
