Blood Doll by Siobhan Kinkade Page A

moment, flattening and passing across to take in the taste of skin and blood. He drew his done over her breast then up her throat to catch the last drops of congealing blood from the wound at her throat.
    She looked so pale, so fragile, even as her body continued to suck greedily at him, to pull him deeper and deeper. He lifted a hand to his chest and, using one sharp fingernail, sliced through his skin. Her eyes fixed on that spot and in half a second he reversed their positions so that she was lying atop him, his cock still buried deeply inside her. Lana sought out that wound with lips and tongue, latching on with a ferocity he never would have imagined. She began suckling at his chest, her body rising in falling in perfect time with her heartbeat—rapid, shallow movements that brought her quickly back to a trembling mess. The feeling of her mouth sucking at him, her tight, little body holding his dick captive, and the rush of his blood leaving his vein left him light-headed. She broke away from his chest, her back arching, and she screamed as she shattered. Christian’s eyes rolled back into his head, and with one final upward thrust, he crushed her body down against his and came hard.
    They lay that way for a long time afterward, their bodies connected as hers began to cool. Her head rested against his chest, and from there he could see the marks on her neck already starting to knit. Her breathing was deep and even. It would be the last time that she would sleep, and he was reluctant to wake her, even as the sun started to rise outside. The curtains were still drawn, and he vaguely heard the sound of Harlan coming in.
    The old vampire went downstairs without a word, for which Christian was thankful. It would do none of them any good to have to explain such a compromising position. Yes, he’d just bitten the woman he’d sworn to protect. Yes, he’d all but fucked her into oblivion. And damn it, he already wanted to do it again.
    When Lana finally stirred, she made soft, sleepy noises before sliding off of him and curling into his side. He immediately mourned the loss of her body heat, and the feel of her sex still wrapped tightly around his cock.
    He held her close, watching her face until it turned toward his and her eyes fluttered open. The orbs, which had once been green, were now an icy blue, flecked with bits of red and green. She reminded him a bit of a Christmas tree.
    “Welcome back,” he said with a smile, and leaned to kiss her forehead. She smiled in return and stretched her arm across him.
    “I was going to ask you if I dreamed all of that.” Lana yawned and gave a shivering, catlike stretch up his side.
    “Feel any different?”
    “A little,” she said, stretching again as if testing her muscles. She smiled up at him, the tips of her canine teeth long and sharp. “More limber…clearer…and not the least bit tired.”
    “Hungry?”
    “A little.”
    “Then we should probably have dinner.”
    Her eyes sparkled as she sat up. He looked down her nude body with great appreciation. It would be so easy to pull her under him and have his way with her again, but there wasn’t time.
    “What’s for dinner?” she asked as he sat up and reached for his jeans.
    “Long pig,” he replied, glancing over his shoulder just in time to watch her face wrinkle up in distaste. “I know, it isn’t the most appetizing of dinner ideas, but you need the fortification.” Christian pulled his jeans up over his hips. He refused to turn around again; if he did, there was no telling when he would let Lana out of the house.
    She rose and walked past him, completely nude, down the hallway. A moment later he heard the zipper on her duffel bag, and when she returned to the room, she was covered in a long, slinky dress, the same color blue as her new eyes.
    Following her lead, he rushed to get dressed, and in a moment they were moving out the door into the cold night. He took her hand, and with a smile, began to run. She