Saved By Blood (The By Blood Vampire Series Book 3) by Samantha Snow
Authors: Samantha Snow
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spoke. There was something irreverent about it, something slightly accusatory but funny at the same time and it made Philip grin. Grinning wasn’t something he really did a whole lot of, but he was doing it now. In a life that sometimes became unbearably weighty in its boredom, he was entertained by this girl.
His wanting her to be there with him was more than just an act of attempted heroism. It was selfish also. He liked her and he wanted to see what the inside of her mouth tasted like. Even thinking about it, thinking about the velvety feel of the insides of her thighs, must surely have made him positively vibrate with his want.
He was sure that the way he was looking at her made his less than honorable intentions at least partially known, and he was pretty sure that most women would have shrunk back from it. Not this girl. Not this completely odd and irresistibly compelling Megan Wright. She held his eye contact defiantly, slammed back her drink in one long swallow, and then let out a little gasp.
“So you liked the drink, I take it?”
“Yes, it would appear that I did.”
“Would you like another?”
“Sure, why not? If I’m going to be poisoned, might as well go out with a fancy cocktail and a house tour. Because you are going to show me the house, aren’t you, Philip?”
“Would you like that?”
She sighed in exasperation, actually tapping her foot impatiently and taking the second drink he made her without so much as a thank you. He smiled at that as well. He enjoyed the game. It was like a less R rated version of the hunt, and what predatory beast didn’t enjoy the hunt? She took a sip of this second drink, closing her eyes briefly in satisfaction, before answering him.
“That’s a stupid question, don’t you think?”
“Is it? And why would I think that?”
“Because you already know the answer. What’s the point in asking questions you already know the answer to?”
“Point well taken. Now, finish your drink so I can pour us both another before we begin the tour.”
“Really?” she asked with one eyebrow raised. “Another? What if I don’t want another drink?”
“Don’t you?”
She bit her lip as she thought about it and Philip felt that most animalistic part of all begin to stir against his thigh. She had to know how alluring that was, the innocent, thoughtful biting of the lower lip. That was something universally known to drive men wild. Except that even when he looked at her sharply, coming as close to looking right through her as he was able, he saw no artifice in the movement.
It looked to be completely unconscious and that on its own, made it that much more seductive. That and the fact that she didn’t immediately tell him yes. He was so used to women telling him yes, whatever he wanted, a thousand times yes. He hadn’t realized until just this moment how tired he was of being told yes. It wasn’t that he wanted to be told no, just that he wanted to have to work for his yes every now and then.
And she would say yes. He could see that, too. There was a little twinkle of mischief in her eyes that made him even more turned on than he had already been. The big struggle for Megan had been whether or not she was going to come to him in the first place.
She hadn’t wanted to, had fought it tooth and nail, but it was an internal struggle she had lost and so here she was. Now here, what was the point in denying herself that third drink? As if to punctuate the point, Megan took another long sip of her drink, licked her lips, and tossed the rest of that one back, too.
This time Philip did more than just grin. He actually laughed out loud, a large peal of laughter that surprised him. Well this was positively delightful, wasn’t it? This was much more fun than even he had predicted it might be.
“Yes, it looks like I
His wanting her to be there with him was more than just an act of attempted heroism. It was selfish also. He liked her and he wanted to see what the inside of her mouth tasted like. Even thinking about it, thinking about the velvety feel of the insides of her thighs, must surely have made him positively vibrate with his want.
He was sure that the way he was looking at her made his less than honorable intentions at least partially known, and he was pretty sure that most women would have shrunk back from it. Not this girl. Not this completely odd and irresistibly compelling Megan Wright. She held his eye contact defiantly, slammed back her drink in one long swallow, and then let out a little gasp.
“So you liked the drink, I take it?”
“Yes, it would appear that I did.”
“Would you like another?”
“Sure, why not? If I’m going to be poisoned, might as well go out with a fancy cocktail and a house tour. Because you are going to show me the house, aren’t you, Philip?”
“Would you like that?”
She sighed in exasperation, actually tapping her foot impatiently and taking the second drink he made her without so much as a thank you. He smiled at that as well. He enjoyed the game. It was like a less R rated version of the hunt, and what predatory beast didn’t enjoy the hunt? She took a sip of this second drink, closing her eyes briefly in satisfaction, before answering him.
“That’s a stupid question, don’t you think?”
“Is it? And why would I think that?”
“Because you already know the answer. What’s the point in asking questions you already know the answer to?”
“Point well taken. Now, finish your drink so I can pour us both another before we begin the tour.”
“Really?” she asked with one eyebrow raised. “Another? What if I don’t want another drink?”
“Don’t you?”
She bit her lip as she thought about it and Philip felt that most animalistic part of all begin to stir against his thigh. She had to know how alluring that was, the innocent, thoughtful biting of the lower lip. That was something universally known to drive men wild. Except that even when he looked at her sharply, coming as close to looking right through her as he was able, he saw no artifice in the movement.
It looked to be completely unconscious and that on its own, made it that much more seductive. That and the fact that she didn’t immediately tell him yes. He was so used to women telling him yes, whatever he wanted, a thousand times yes. He hadn’t realized until just this moment how tired he was of being told yes. It wasn’t that he wanted to be told no, just that he wanted to have to work for his yes every now and then.
And she would say yes. He could see that, too. There was a little twinkle of mischief in her eyes that made him even more turned on than he had already been. The big struggle for Megan had been whether or not she was going to come to him in the first place.
She hadn’t wanted to, had fought it tooth and nail, but it was an internal struggle she had lost and so here she was. Now here, what was the point in denying herself that third drink? As if to punctuate the point, Megan took another long sip of her drink, licked her lips, and tossed the rest of that one back, too.
This time Philip did more than just grin. He actually laughed out loud, a large peal of laughter that surprised him. Well this was positively delightful, wasn’t it? This was much more fun than even he had predicted it might be.
“Yes, it looks like I
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