He positioned himself between my legs, suspending most of his weight into the arm he propped over my head. His free hand was planted on my hip, his fingers flexing as if he was trying to memorize the feel of me.
I knew we shouldn’t be doing this right now. Not when everyone else was in the living room. Not when Isach was explaining to Abby that Trent was going to wipe her memories—again—so she could submit to some stupid truth test. We should be out there with them, but I needed Trent right now more than I’d realized.
His breaths became sharp and ragged; his kisses became harder and less frequent, and that meant only one thing—he wanted to bite me.
I threaded my fingers through his hair and arched into him. “Do it,” I whispered.
Razor sharp fangs pierced my skin, and I cried out, my body convulsing briefly before I went limp beneath him. His grunts of pleasure rang in my ears, and my eyes fluttered closed.
Slowly, the air was sucked from my lungs, and the room started to spin. Ecstasy thickened inside of me, and my heart beat faster, pumping more and more blood through my veins.
Fear clutched my chest, squeezing until I couldn’t focus on anything else. Panic whipped around me, diving in and out of my thoughts, paralyzing me. Something wasn’t right. It wasn’t supposed to be like this. Tears trickled down the sides of my face.
With a guttural snarl, Trent tore away from my neck and rested his forehead on my shoulder so I couldn’t see his face. I gasped as if I’d been holding my breath for too long, and my pulse pounded in my throat.
His shoulders rose and fell heavily with deep breaths. There was something different about it this time, but I couldn’t pinpoint what. The sexual reaction was still very strong—I wanted him twice as much as I had before he’d bitten me—but my physical reaction was different.
This wasn’t how I’d imagined it would feel when he finally bit me for pleasure. I was expecting something… less painful and more erotic. I was expecting the same feelings I’d had when Jax bit me.
“Trent?” I swallowed hard, my throat raw.
“Are you okay?” He still wouldn’t look at me.
“Yes. Are you?”
He shook his head, his hair tickling my face.
A fresh wave of fear and panic struck me harder and more unexpectedly than a bolt of lightning. “What’s wrong?” I asked. I wiggled beneath him, trying to get him to look at me, but he didn’t move. “Trent. Tell me what’s wrong.”
He sighed. “I drank too much.”
Finally, he pushed himself off me far enough so I could see his face. His eyes were vacillating between dark blue and black, and his lips were blood red.
I sucked in a sharp breath. “What do you mean you drank too much?”
“I mean, if I hadn’t stopped, I would’ve killed you.” He climbed off me, stood, and rubbed the back of his neck. “You didn’t feel it? The way your blood was pumping so fast, and then everything just… slowed?”
I nodded. “I felt it,” I whispered.
At least now I knew what it would be like when he changed me, though I couldn’t imagine how much more terrified I’d be when he didn’t stop. I pushed those thoughts away. It didn’t matter how scared I’d be then, because I’d be with Trent, and he’d make it as painless as possible.
“I’m sorry. I don’t know what came over me.” His eyes were filled with shame and regret.
“Come here.” I crooked my finger at him.
He hesitated, then kneeled over me, hands on either side of my head. I pushed myself up on my elbows and kissed him. Groaning, he used the force of the kiss to push me down onto my back, bringing his body against mine as he did.
“I’m becoming addicted to the taste of your blood,” he muttered as he kissed along my jaw. “And I can’t control it.”
“Yes, you can.” I took his face into my hands and stared into his gorgeous blue eyes. Would our baby have his eyes? I hoped so. “Wait… How are you addicted already? You’ve only bitten me once,” I said, confused.
“You taste that good,” he said with a forced laugh.
“Well, I don’t for one second think you’re going to attack me and suck me dry.”
He smirked. “No, but I need you to promise me something.”
“What?” I moved my hands up into his hair.
Eyes closed, he groaned and tilted his head, pushing into my touch. “No more biting until it’s time to change you.” He opened his eyes and stared down at me. “I really don’t want to accidentally kill you. That would suck.”
I laughed. “Okay, no more biting. It would suck if you accidentally killed yourself, too.”
He laughed, the sound wrapping around my heart.
I shifted beneath him and smiled. “This is what I was talking about earlier. When I said I missed us, this is what I meant. These moments when it’s just you and me and the outside world doesn’t exist.”
“Chloe? Trent?” Isach knocked on the door.
So much for the outside world not existing.
“Yeah?” Trent said.
Isach opened the door and walked in, followed by Abby. Trent didn’t bother to move, and Abby covered her eyes when she saw us.
“We’re fully dressed, Abby. It’s fine,” I said.
She peeked between her fingers, grinning. “You could’ve told us you were busy.”
“If we’re in this room and the door is closed, consider us always busy.” Trent winked, then kissed the corner of my mouth.
Unable to hide my smile, I rolled my eyes and nudged him to get off me. He gracefully hopped off the bed, then helped me to my feet.
I adjusted my shirt so it was no longer twisted, then turned
