Page 43 of Feral

“Yeah.”

Dragging a hand through his hair, he huffs a strange sound. He looks amazing, disheveled from our lovemaking, his clothes half on, red marks on his flesh from my rough kisses.

“I can’t believe it,” he says. “You’re a vampire.” Then, to my complete surprise, he laughs. “Wild.”

“I admit I’m very confused by your reaction.”

“Sorry.” He returns to the couch, sitting next to me. “Confession. I had a pretty intense fantasy starring you. In it, you were very much a vampire.” His face turns bright red and the scent wafting off him leaves me swaying. “It was sexy and exciting and you bit me.”

My gums immediately throb in response to his words, desperate for the taste I’ve been craving all night.

“And… it didn’t frighten you?”

“That definitely wasn’t the emotion I was feeling. It’s kind of a dream come true finding out. It’s the only reason I was curious about the donor program. Well, that and the money.”

“You want to know what it feels like?”

He nods, swallowing hard. His pulse increases as his heart flutters in his chest. He takes my hand and presses it to his chest before dragging it down to his cock. It swells in my palm, making it very clear how he feels about the idea.

“I want to know all about it. I want to know how it feels, how you became one, what your life is like. All of it.”

“I want to tell you.”

He searches my eyes for a moment. “How do you look so human?”

“Control. I know how to hold it back, though I admit, in the midst of our lovemaking, I had to hide my teeth from you.”

He nods. “Oh. I remember. You had a look on your face like you were straining.”

“I was.”

“Can you let it out whenever you want to?”

“Yes.”

“Can I… see? Will you show me?”

Exhaling slowly, I part my lips and finally let my fangs descend. Yannis gasps, digging his fingers into my thigh.

“Ho. Ly. Fuck. Wow.”

I twist my neck back and forth with relief as I let go of the tight grip on my control. The beast vibrates within me, pushing to the surface. I know what I look like to him—pale skin, eyes glowing, teeth sharp.

“Hale. Wow. You’re…”

I brace for his reaction, but his eyes soften.

“You’re gorgeous,” he says. “Even more than you were. Your eyes…”

“They glow when I’m highly aroused, either due to lust or anger.”

He lifts his hand and cups my cheek. “Can I touch your fangs?”

“Yes, but carefully. They are sharper than knives.”

He’s slow and delicate as he touches the tip, then pulls his finger back.

“Do you want to bite me, Hale?”