Kissing Sin

vampire bite—the evidence of it didn't hang around all that long. Unless, of course, you had multiple bites, which took a little longer to fade.

The rich smell of meat began to fill the air, and my stomach rumbled as I walked over to the microwave.

'Your burger, madam,' he said, handing me the plate.

'Yum.' I parked on a sofa and dove in. As far as microwaved burgers went, it was pretty damn good.

Quinn poured himself a bourbon, and sat down on the seat opposite. Maybe he figured it was safer keeping a little distance between us. Though if he thought I'd jump his bones again he was in for a disappointment. I couldn't afford to lose any more blood tonight.

'So,' I said, licking the ketchup off my fingers. 'Where do we go from here?'

His dark gaze followed my actions almost hungrily.

Obviously, his appetite was nowhere near sated, but given I could no longer sense it, it had dipped below danger point.

'We are in much the same quandary as we were before,' he said.

'Why?'

'I don't want to share you, Riley.'

Don't, not won't. That was a more-than-hopeful sign. 'Then let's throw a few more facts into the mix. I live in Melbourne. You live in Sydney. That means it's not going to be possible for us to see each other every night, if only because you have a business to run.'

'True.'

'I have no intentions of moving to Sydney. Do you intend to move Evensong Air's headquarters to Melbourne?'

'At the moment, no.'

'So, you're telling me you won't share, but you probably won't be able to get down here more than two or three times a week.'

'Possibly. But lots of relationships work fine like that.'

'Human relationships, yes. As I keep reminding you, I'm a werewolf, with werewolf needs.'

He raised an eyebrow. 'Even a werewolf doesn't need to have sex every night. I know that for a fact.'

Need, no. Liked, yes. We could survive a few weeks' drought, as I had over the last month, but it wasn't ever something we did willingly, or often.

'Except when it comes to the moon dance. Have you ever seen what happens when a wolf cannot satisfy the urges of a moon?' The desire for sex mutated into something for more deadly, and only sex and blood could quench the fire.

'Seen it? Of course I have. I was the one who satisfied the blood urges after Talon kidnapped you, remember?'

I waved away the comment impatiently. 'Besides that. I was chained, and therefore not really dangerous to anyone.'

He snorted softly. 'I have scars up my arm that prove otherwise.'

Well, he was the one who put his arm in front of my teeth. What did he expect would happen, given the situation? 'Quinn—'

He held up a hand. 'Okay. No, I haven't seen a free wolf in full blood lust. But I know you and Rhoan are the result of such an event.'

I nodded. 'Our mom was headed back to her pack when her car broke down near a small country town. Lucky for the town, she met a newly risen vampire, and took the edge off her desires before she tore him to pieces. Had it not been for that vampire, up to a dozen humans could have died that night.' No one knew why a wolf in blood fever went after humans, though the popular theory was the easy-prey one. For a moon-mad wolf, humans were fun to chase, and simple to bring down. 'Making the promise you demand is dangerous, Quinn. For me, and for the community at large.'

'I can be there for the moon dance,' he said flatly.

'Can you guarantee that you'll be there the day of the full moon? For the two nights before it? Each and every month, for as long as we're together?'

He frowned. 'No one can guarantee that.'

'Another wolf can. He'll be there because he has to be there, for exactly the same reasons as I have to be there.'

'You're not fucking another wolf at the moment.' He hesitated, and something close to malevolence flickered across his face. 'Besides Misha, of course.'

'I met that alpha last night. I intend to see him again.'

'Why?'

The urge to throw the plate at his thick head was so strong I had to clench my fingers to stop them from grabbing it. 'I've told you why a hundred times. Stop thinking with your dick and start listening!'

His expression darkened. 'Believe me, I'm not thinking with my dick here.'

'You don't know me well enough to be thinking with anything else,' I refuted. 'For Christ's sake, you don't even like werewolves. Why in hell would you want to go exclusive with me?'

'If I had any choice in the matter, I would not be doing this.'

I raised an eyebrow. 'Well, I'm hardly forcing you into it.'

'No?'

'No.'

'Then why do you invade my dreams?'

'It wasn't like I was doing it purposely. I was just dreaming.'

'Only they weren't just dreams, but erotic dreams.'

I frowned, wondering what the hell he was getting at. 'So?'

'So, you weren't just dreaming, you were connecting to my mind and sharing those dreams with me.'

I blinked. We'd been having real mind sex? How cool was that? And why couldn't we share something like that while waking?

'Because neither of us are physically ready for that sort of experience.'

Annoyance swept through me. 'Will you keep out of my damn thoughts?'

'You shield if you want me out.'

I threw up full shields and gave him a glare. It was water off a duck's back. 'What do you mean, neither of us are ready to share that sort of experience?'

'Just that. Merging minds during sex is as intimate as you can get, an experience that can forever effect you.'

I raised an eyebrow. 'You've done it?'

He hesitated. 'Once.'

'With whom?'

'The whom isn't important—'

'See,' I cut in, throwing up my hands. 'You want me to go exclusive, and yet you're not willing to tell me a damn thing about you or your past.'

'The past is not important.'

Maybe it wasn't, but the mere fact he didn't trust me enough to tell me was. But if he wasn't smart enough to realize that, then what was the point of even mentioning it?

'Just leave it casual,' I said softly. 'And take it from there.'

'I can't.'

'Why not?' I asked, perplexed. 'I mean, we were casual a month ago, and you did that just fine.'

He finished his drink then placed it in the small holder near the chair and stood. 'As I told you before.' he said, turning to look out the window. 'A vampire is very territorial. You've invaded my being—and that being now considers you mine. Do you know how hard it is for me to sit back and watch you with other men? I couldn't do that for weeks on end. I'd kill them, Riley. I wouldn't be able to help it.'

There was no emotion in his voice, but the flicker of pain that seared my mind told me this had happened before. And that that death was at the base of him hating weres. I took a deep breath