baby.” He held out an arm. “Now tell me what exactly this shindig is, will you?”
She slid her hand through his arm, marveling at the hardness. “It’s the Coven Nine’s winter ball. We invite dignitaries from many witch organizations as well as some fairies, vampires, and shifters. Truth be told, it’s our Nine Christmas party, too.” Speaking of which, she had to finish her shopping before all of this mating stuff took place.
He nodded. “I am not sitting on Santa’s lap.”
“Did you just make a joke . . . Kayrs ?” She pushed her ever-present glasses up her nose.
“I’m a funny guy . . . Dunne .” He escorted her to the elevator, and once inside, leaned out to where Moira was assisting Conn with cuff links. “We’ll meet you at the car.” Pressing a button, he waited until the door shut.
Brenna frowned. “We could’ve waited.”
“No. We didn’t finish earlier.”
She stepped back. “Finish what?”
One eyebrow rose. Slowly, his fangs dropped low.
Her rear hit the side wall too quickly. There was no escape. “What are you doing?”
He slashed his wrist. “Drink.”
Heated breath rushed out of her lungs. “Oh.”
“Yeah. I bit you, now you bite me. We’ll get your strength up in no time.” He waited, dripping blood onto the floor. “Come here, Brenna.”
One step and he could be in her space. But no. He wanted her to move. She steeled her shoulders. “No.”
His chin lowered while his gaze kept hers. The slightest of curves tightened his lips. “I find I don’t like hearing that word from you.”
She raised an eyebrow. “Watch yourself, Kayrs. You’re sounding like a vampire mate.”
“You’d better hope I’m not feeling like one.” The elevator stopped, and the doors slid open. Smooth as silk, Jase moved in front of the exit, easily blocking any escape. “Now come here and take my blood.”
Fire swept through her. Some anger and a whole lot of desire. The calm, clearly demanding tone of voice he used slid right under her skin to soften her sex. What in the world was wrong with her? One time was safe, but taking more of the vampire’s blood would give him a bigger hold on her. Of course, mating him would pretty much clinch the deal. “I don’t take orders well. Ever.”
“That’s unfortunate.” All of his formidable concentration focused right on her. “We’re not leaving this space until you take some blood.”
The elevator doors tried to close, and he blocked them with his body. An alarm began to buzz. Bollocks.
“Fine.” She moved toward him, grabbed his wrist, and bit. Hard.
“I was already bleeding,” he murmured.
She sucked in the life-giving liquid and stepped back, dropping his hand. Energy rippled down her throat, igniting her blood. “My bad.”
He lifted his arm to lick the wound closed. Lucky vampire spit. “As the youngest, I have a feeling you’ve gotten away with quite the bit in the Dunne family.”
True. Since a good part of the world was against her, the entire family had banded around her for protection. Yet sometimes, they’d stifled her. “Your point?”
“I’m not part of your family. You push me, and I’ll pull you exactly where I want you.”
The damn man couldn’t even deliver a predictable cliché. Even so, a shiver of awareness tickled down her spine. “I will keep that in mind.” She’d been raised by volatile, plasma-throwing, stubborn witches. Did he really think a vampire scared her? “Though you should probably remember that the second I regain my strength, I could blow up your entire world.”
He pivoted and held out an arm. “I look forward to your attempt.”
Sliding her hand along his arm, she moved from the elevator and tried to ignore the voice in her head laughing hysterically. Of course Jase Kayrs was a man to be feared. But showing that fear? No bloomin’ way.
The stairwell door opened, and Conn rushed out with an irritated Moira right behind him. “What the hell’s wrong with the
She slid her hand through his arm, marveling at the hardness. “It’s the Coven Nine’s winter ball. We invite dignitaries from many witch organizations as well as some fairies, vampires, and shifters. Truth be told, it’s our Nine Christmas party, too.” Speaking of which, she had to finish her shopping before all of this mating stuff took place.
He nodded. “I am not sitting on Santa’s lap.”
“Did you just make a joke . . . Kayrs ?” She pushed her ever-present glasses up her nose.
“I’m a funny guy . . . Dunne .” He escorted her to the elevator, and once inside, leaned out to where Moira was assisting Conn with cuff links. “We’ll meet you at the car.” Pressing a button, he waited until the door shut.
Brenna frowned. “We could’ve waited.”
“No. We didn’t finish earlier.”
She stepped back. “Finish what?”
One eyebrow rose. Slowly, his fangs dropped low.
Her rear hit the side wall too quickly. There was no escape. “What are you doing?”
He slashed his wrist. “Drink.”
Heated breath rushed out of her lungs. “Oh.”
“Yeah. I bit you, now you bite me. We’ll get your strength up in no time.” He waited, dripping blood onto the floor. “Come here, Brenna.”
One step and he could be in her space. But no. He wanted her to move. She steeled her shoulders. “No.”
His chin lowered while his gaze kept hers. The slightest of curves tightened his lips. “I find I don’t like hearing that word from you.”
She raised an eyebrow. “Watch yourself, Kayrs. You’re sounding like a vampire mate.”
“You’d better hope I’m not feeling like one.” The elevator stopped, and the doors slid open. Smooth as silk, Jase moved in front of the exit, easily blocking any escape. “Now come here and take my blood.”
Fire swept through her. Some anger and a whole lot of desire. The calm, clearly demanding tone of voice he used slid right under her skin to soften her sex. What in the world was wrong with her? One time was safe, but taking more of the vampire’s blood would give him a bigger hold on her. Of course, mating him would pretty much clinch the deal. “I don’t take orders well. Ever.”
“That’s unfortunate.” All of his formidable concentration focused right on her. “We’re not leaving this space until you take some blood.”
The elevator doors tried to close, and he blocked them with his body. An alarm began to buzz. Bollocks.
“Fine.” She moved toward him, grabbed his wrist, and bit. Hard.
“I was already bleeding,” he murmured.
She sucked in the life-giving liquid and stepped back, dropping his hand. Energy rippled down her throat, igniting her blood. “My bad.”
He lifted his arm to lick the wound closed. Lucky vampire spit. “As the youngest, I have a feeling you’ve gotten away with quite the bit in the Dunne family.”
True. Since a good part of the world was against her, the entire family had banded around her for protection. Yet sometimes, they’d stifled her. “Your point?”
“I’m not part of your family. You push me, and I’ll pull you exactly where I want you.”
The damn man couldn’t even deliver a predictable cliché. Even so, a shiver of awareness tickled down her spine. “I will keep that in mind.” She’d been raised by volatile, plasma-throwing, stubborn witches. Did he really think a vampire scared her? “Though you should probably remember that the second I regain my strength, I could blow up your entire world.”
He pivoted and held out an arm. “I look forward to your attempt.”
Sliding her hand along his arm, she moved from the elevator and tried to ignore the voice in her head laughing hysterically. Of course Jase Kayrs was a man to be feared. But showing that fear? No bloomin’ way.
The stairwell door opened, and Conn rushed out with an irritated Moira right behind him. “What the hell’s wrong with the
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