Page 6 of Deadly Cravings

I fisted my hands. My brain cells had apparently taken a trip, or more accurately, my questionable sexual appetite had taken the wheel.

His eyes slid shut and he stilled preternaturally.Was he about to decompose?That would destroy my flooring. I whimpered and nudged him with my toe, but there was no response.

“Hey,” I said, urgency in my tone.

Still nothing.

This was my chance; I could shove him out of the van and go home. I rubbed my palm across my forehead while eyeing the door handle and then the heel in my hand.

He hadn’t attacked me . . .

So what? I waited until he got better and asked him for a little fang action? No, that was stupid. I needed to screw my head on straight so I could get back home and write out all these vampire fantasies, because that was what they were—fiction.

I groaned, rubbing my face. No, he hadn’t attacked me, and he’d helped me when I was about to pass out. He could have done whatever he wanted as soon as I was unconscious, but he didn’t.

My teeth sank into my lower lip.

There was a field close by. I’d drop him there and then he could figure it out, after all, he was a vampire. I chewed my lip as I pushed my fingers through my hair.

His lips were slightly parted and a fang flashed... he probably needed blood to replenish his strength or whatever. He hadn’t killed me, what if he could tell me some more ways to avoid his kind?

No, no. That was a too-stupid-to-live move. His fangs flashed. My mouth watered and I pressed my knees together. I couldn’t help the moisture leaking from my core.

Running my hand over my ponytail, I groaned.Bad idea.

But maybe if I gave myself a little taste of the forbidden, I could get over these odd sexual fantasies. It could remind me of how awful being bitten had been while I’d been under the control of that other one.

Oh fuck. I gripped my heel harder and poised it over his chest. I could do this. Killing something never crossed my mind, but it wasn’t bad right, he’d turn to dust, I wouldn’t have to go and try to hide the body.

Rolling up my sleeves so I didn’t get undead dust on them, I lifted the weapon over his heart, eyes squeezed shut. His large hand suddenly lashed out to wrap around my forearm and his mouth pressed to my pulse. Not again. I choked on a cry that cut off as his teeth sank into my skin. Warmth bloomed down my arm and my fingers slackened, the heel thudding on the floor. The vampire’s nose twitched, and both his hands lashed around my wrist.

The sharp stab sucked the breath from my body, my skin came alive with electrifying need. My eyelids fluttered as a throb clenched through my core.What was this?This wasn’t how being bitten had felt. The pulse in my wrist bounced, and my breathing hiccupped as a gush of wetness spread between mylegs. This waswrong. He was a vampire and they were evil, even if this one had a sinful bite.

I tried to pull away, but he clamped my forearm with both hands, keeping me still. Fear chased away the sudden rush of lust and the hair raised on my arms as I was dragged back to the dark, dank cave where there was only pain.

I was about to die.

The panicked thought ripped me from the dark space.

My lip trembled and I shoved at his face with my free hand, but I may as well have been a feather with how little he budged. His tongue laved the area he’d impaled and then hesucked. I gasped as a strike of need blanketed my skin. My nipples pebbled and my eyelids fluttered. Bites didn’t feel like this. They hurt. They’d never released a rush of pleasure throughout my body before. It wasn’tsupposedto be how I’d written them in my books.

I whimpered when he sucked again, a low throb building at my clit.

The vampire’s eyes remained shut and his hand skimmed down my arm, holding me steady with one hand as his other palmed his erection. The rip of his slacks caused heat to flush to my face as his cock sprang out.

My lips parted at the long thick arousal, and a bead of moisture topped the ridged, veiny cock.

My clit pulsed and I rolled my lips into my mouth. The graze of his fangs shouldn’t have me on the verge of combustion. His mouth was extremely soft. My heart raced, but it skipped a beat as his tongue brushed my flesh. This was absolute madness.

“Vampire,” I shouted, in a last ditch effort to stop him from making me lose myself, but he didn’t even twitch. The brown lashes rested across his sharp cheekbones, he looked around my age, baby face and all.

Licking my lips, I leaned forward and pressed my thumb to his cheekbone since I could not wrap my hand around his jaw with his size, but he didn’t release my wrist. He dragged in another pull of my blood, wrenching a moan from my lips.

I couldn’t tear my eyes away as he wrapped his fingers around himself and jerked his dick with hard tugs. Once. Twice. The lighting must be playing with me because there was no way it could be that big. A whimper escaped my lips as I squeezed my thighs together.

He was fucking sexy. The mar of concentration to his eyebrow and his slitted eyelids riveted me.

His warm tongue lapped at the punctures in my wrist. My mouth dried and air hissed between my teeth when he used his grip on my arm and pulled, jerking me toward him. I grunted as I landed on him, our heaving chests pressed together. He gripped me at the back of my neck, sending a rush of wetness to my pussy. Roughly guiding my mouth to his, his tongue speared into my mouth, leaving a copper taste in its wake.