blade
rested against his palm. If he moved suddenly, it would cut him. If she grabbed
the knife carelessly, he would bleed. She looked at him, face unreadable, then reached out a tentative hand, but to his consternation,
she didn’t take the knife. The woman constantly threw him off balance.
“You were
surprised when I invited you in,” she said instead, fingertips tracing over his
scar. His palm tingled where she touched it.
He
nodded. Surprised isn't the right word, he thought to himself.
She slid
her fingers underneath the blade.
“Careful,”
he warned, not wanting her to cut herself. The pulse in her wrist flared and he
struggled not to focus on it. He definitely should have fed before coming here.
His teeth were beginning to ache along with the throbbing in his groin.
She
grinned suddenly and grabbed it by the handle, flicking the blade back inside
where it belonged. He let his hand drop, strangely disappointed.
“It's the
least I could do. You apologized to me at the café and I didn't return the
favor. I'm sorry I kissed you the other day,” she said.
He
searched her face. She was serious. “Why aren't you afraid of me?” he asked,
remembering how good it felt to tear the revenant's head off. Most humans would
have freaked out at that particular display. He remembered her mother’s face,
white and horrified, but Sienna hadn’t been frightened.
“Should I
be?” she challenged, her hazel eyes glittering defiantly.
He tilted
his head. “Yes.”
She
lifted a brow. “So, do you often go around ripping vampire's heads off?”
His
nostrils flared as a sudden burst of anger shot through him. “It was a
revenant, and do you want to die?” he asked harshly, wondering how the hell he
could still have a hard-on while feeling so pissed off.
She
cocked her head at him. “A revenant? It looked like a
vampire to me. And no one else I know, except my mother, even knows they
exist.” She shrugged. “And of course, Linda and her
boyfriend, after what happened in the woods.”
“A
revenant is a vampire who feeds on humans. It’s … not good to do that.”
“What are
you talking about?” she demanded.
“Revenants
are vampires who have become addicted to human blood. It makes them crazy,” he
said as bluntly as he could. He wondered if she realized what he was saying. If she would take the implications of his knowledge to their
logical conclusion.
She
stared, brow wrinkling adorably. “I’ve never heard that before.”
He looked
away first. This was ridiculous. He shouldn't be here, chatting with her in her
robe, for God's sake. He eyed her thigh, the smooth skin calling to him. He
wanted to run his hands down those legs. Bite her hip. Leave a mark. He stood
up, careful to keep his groin turned away from her. He was still half-hard and
damned resentful about it. “I need to go.”
She stood
up and to his shock, put a hand on his shoulder. “I'm sorry.” Her palm burned
right through his thin shirt, but he couldn't shrug her off. His cock had gone
from somewhat calmed down back to rock hard in two point five seconds. “Sienna,
you have nothing to apologize for.”
She slid
her palm down his arm. When her fingers trailed over the back of his hand, he
found himself pulling hers to his lips. She sucked in a sharp breath as he
kissed her. When he opened his eyes, she was staring at him, pupils blown. He
licked the delicate skin on the inside of her wrist, savoring the scent of her
blood running just beneath. He was so screwed, to use the local vernacular.
She
swallowed, then slid her free hand into his hair.
“You
seriously think you can do shit like that and just walk away?” she forced out
between clenched teeth. Her fingers flexed in his hair and he tried to ignore
how much that turned him on.
He lifted
an eyebrow.
“I'm not
kidding,” she said.
He licked
her again just to piss her off, then surged up and covered her angry retort
with his mouth. She gasped—probably outraged, he
rested against his palm. If he moved suddenly, it would cut him. If she grabbed
the knife carelessly, he would bleed. She looked at him, face unreadable, then reached out a tentative hand, but to his consternation,
she didn’t take the knife. The woman constantly threw him off balance.
“You were
surprised when I invited you in,” she said instead, fingertips tracing over his
scar. His palm tingled where she touched it.
He
nodded. Surprised isn't the right word, he thought to himself.
She slid
her fingers underneath the blade.
“Careful,”
he warned, not wanting her to cut herself. The pulse in her wrist flared and he
struggled not to focus on it. He definitely should have fed before coming here.
His teeth were beginning to ache along with the throbbing in his groin.
She
grinned suddenly and grabbed it by the handle, flicking the blade back inside
where it belonged. He let his hand drop, strangely disappointed.
“It's the
least I could do. You apologized to me at the café and I didn't return the
favor. I'm sorry I kissed you the other day,” she said.
He
searched her face. She was serious. “Why aren't you afraid of me?” he asked,
remembering how good it felt to tear the revenant's head off. Most humans would
have freaked out at that particular display. He remembered her mother’s face,
white and horrified, but Sienna hadn’t been frightened.
“Should I
be?” she challenged, her hazel eyes glittering defiantly.
He tilted
his head. “Yes.”
She
lifted a brow. “So, do you often go around ripping vampire's heads off?”
His
nostrils flared as a sudden burst of anger shot through him. “It was a
revenant, and do you want to die?” he asked harshly, wondering how the hell he
could still have a hard-on while feeling so pissed off.
She
cocked her head at him. “A revenant? It looked like a
vampire to me. And no one else I know, except my mother, even knows they
exist.” She shrugged. “And of course, Linda and her
boyfriend, after what happened in the woods.”
“A
revenant is a vampire who feeds on humans. It’s … not good to do that.”
“What are
you talking about?” she demanded.
“Revenants
are vampires who have become addicted to human blood. It makes them crazy,” he
said as bluntly as he could. He wondered if she realized what he was saying. If she would take the implications of his knowledge to their
logical conclusion.
She
stared, brow wrinkling adorably. “I’ve never heard that before.”
He looked
away first. This was ridiculous. He shouldn't be here, chatting with her in her
robe, for God's sake. He eyed her thigh, the smooth skin calling to him. He
wanted to run his hands down those legs. Bite her hip. Leave a mark. He stood
up, careful to keep his groin turned away from her. He was still half-hard and
damned resentful about it. “I need to go.”
She stood
up and to his shock, put a hand on his shoulder. “I'm sorry.” Her palm burned
right through his thin shirt, but he couldn't shrug her off. His cock had gone
from somewhat calmed down back to rock hard in two point five seconds. “Sienna,
you have nothing to apologize for.”
She slid
her palm down his arm. When her fingers trailed over the back of his hand, he
found himself pulling hers to his lips. She sucked in a sharp breath as he
kissed her. When he opened his eyes, she was staring at him, pupils blown. He
licked the delicate skin on the inside of her wrist, savoring the scent of her
blood running just beneath. He was so screwed, to use the local vernacular.
She
swallowed, then slid her free hand into his hair.
“You
seriously think you can do shit like that and just walk away?” she forced out
between clenched teeth. Her fingers flexed in his hair and he tried to ignore
how much that turned him on.
He lifted
an eyebrow.
“I'm not
kidding,” she said.
He licked
her again just to piss her off, then surged up and covered her angry retort
with his mouth. She gasped—probably outraged, he
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