Hourglass by Claudia Gray Page B

were far from any of the main streets now, closer to the water.
    We reached a storefront with windows newspapered over from the inside, and signs that read FOR RENT . Lucas stopped there. “I’m guessing this is bone empty,” he said, pulling a thin metal lock pick from his jeans pocket. “Which means there’s probably no alarm system activated either.”
    “Why are we breaking in?”
    “Privacy.”
    Lucas jimmied the lock in about four seconds flat. I remembered my own feeble attempt at burglary, almost a year ago, and envied him his sure touch.
    We ducked into the store, and Lucas immediately shut the door behind us. Streetlights shone through the newsprint, casting a muted golden light. The hardwood floors beneath us were old and unpolished, and an abandoned bar lined one wall. A mottled mirror hung behind the bar, and I stood in front of it to see myself. I was only a shadow—a pale silvery outline of myself. Like a ghost.
    This is how Patrice used to look when she wouldn’t drink bloodfor a while, I thought. I never believed this could happen to me. Why didn’t I understand what it meant to be a vampire?
    “Okay,” Lucas said. He seemed nervous. “We’re alone.”
    I smiled at him, though I felt sad. “I wish we could do something with this chance besides feed me,” I said. His kisses were so far away; they were a memory almost too beautiful to belong to my real life any longer. “What are we going to do? Do you have a plan?”
    “Yeah. You’re going to drink from me.”
    At first I couldn’t believe I’d heard him correctly. Of course, I had drunk Lucas’s blood before—twice, so far. Both times, the experience had been intense, to say the least. Drinking blood was sensual, even sexual. I’d only ever drunk the blood of one other guy, Balthazar, and that was the closest I’d ever come to making love. But what happened between Balthazar and me was purely physical. With Lucas, the emotion made it more powerful.
    So I should’ve leaped at the chance, right? Wrong.
    Before, when this had happened between us, I’d been well fed. My loss of control with Lucas had been because of my passion for him, not because of hunger. The same love that drove me to bite him had also compelled me to stop before I hurt him. Now that I was governed by this wild craving, the one that clawed at me from within—I wasn’t so sure I could stop.
    “It’s dangerous,” I said. “We should try another way.”
    “There isn’t any other way.” Lucas slowly lifted up the edge of his T-shirt and peeled it off. I knew he did that because he didn’t want to get blood on his clothes, but the nearness of hishalf-undressed body hit me like a blow. The golden light behind us outlined his firm, muscled form. “I trust you.”
    “Lucas—”
    “Come on.” He stepped closer to me. “This is the only way I have to take care of you. Let me take care of you.”
    I shook my head. “You don’t understand. It’s different now. I’m so much hungrier.”
    “You only bite me when you’re not hungry?”
    I remembered the two times I’d fed from him—once, after the Autumn Ball, when we’d been kissing passionately for the first time, and again when we were alone together in one of the high towers of Evernight, lying in each other’s arms. “That was different.”
    “Doesn’t have to be.” He took me in his arms and kissed me.
    It wasn’t like any of our other kisses. This was rougher, almost demanding. Lucas opened my lips with his and pulled my body against him. I couldn’t push him away; I couldn’t think, couldn’t move, couldn’t do anything but kiss him back. I’d missed this so much—the taste of his mouth, the scent of his skin, and the feel of his broad hands.
    When he moved down to my throat, kissing me along the line of my jugular, I whispered, “You’re going to make me lose control.”
    “That’s the whole idea.”
    “Lucas—don’t—”
    “If you have to get carried away to bite me, then