“Deal.”
In a split second he had me against the wall, his hand fisted in my hair and my head tipped back. His growl was loud in the still misted air of the alley as his fangs pierced my skin and sunk deep in my flesh.
“Hey!” I protested through the sting of the bite. “You've fed already tonight.”
The sting was slowly being replaced with lust and hunger, my body fighting the response he was trying to make me feel. I threw up shields and pulled on my Light to protect me.
I suddenly find myself ravenous, Ms. Monk. I think this may take a while, please bear with me. And for God's sake, just let go!
I closed my eyes and most definitely did not let go and waited him out.
Damn. This was not going to be good. What the bloody hell had I been thinking?
Chapter 4
Fey Detection 101
He fed for more than 30 seconds. More than Michel would have. I realised that everything he did, I compared to my kindred. I had to stop it. It was too painful to be reminded constantly of what I had lost. Avery was not Michel and I couldn't afford to see him as such. What I had with Avery was practical. He may have ulterior motives for everything he does, but so did I. I wanted to be able to sense the Fey, so I was not running, but letting him stay. I wanted to protect the innocents of Rio from my guest, so he was feeding from me and not them.
It was practical and essential. Nothing more. A business transaction. The fact that I was selling my blood to a vampire to achieve my goals had not escaped me. But, desperate times called for desperate measures. If the portals were opening and fey were about to cross in numbers, our world would no longer be the same ever again.
I could stop it. I could just join with a vampire and let the Iunctio do what they will with the power I give them in order to close Álfheimr off from this world, once and for all. It didn't need to be Avery. I could contact Samson and see if he would make a suitable kindred. At least I know Samson, trust him. I also know it wouldn't need to lead to anything else, other than a joining. But, part of me already knew that Samson would not be a suitable match. He is only a level four Sanguis Vitam master. I was guessing that to be compatible with me, the vampire needed to be powerful too.
Avery had licked his puncture marks closed at my neck, but he hadn't stepped away. In fact, he was leaning into me slightly. His body pressed against mine, his hands holding my shoulders rigidly still and his face resting in the curve of my neck. He was breathing deeply too. I guess he'd not had Nosferatin blood for a while. Or maybe not at all. He seemed a little affected by it.
“Avery?” I asked after a few minutes had passed. “You can let me go now.”
“When I'm ready,” he replied. His voice level and seemingly unaffected.
I waited. There was no point turning this into a fight. I had said he could feed from me, it would be hypocritical to cause a scene now. But, I did wish he'd move away. I bit down on my lower lip and forced myself to remain still.
His hand came up and cupped my cheek before his face pulled back to look at me. I thought he'd say something, but he just stared at me for a few seconds and then abruptly turned away.
“I gather you usually hunt now, Ms. Monk?” he asked over his shoulder.
“Yeah. I wander the streets until I feel the pull.” I'd walked a lot of Rio over the past couple of months.
“Perhaps a coffee instead of the walking?" he suggested. "I feel the need to relax.” Not looking at me, he started stalking towards the bars and restaurants on the main drag.
“My blood too much for you, vampire?” I couldn't help it, he'd definitely walked straight into that one.
“As delightful as your blood is, Ms. Monk, sex makes me mellow. I'm in a post coital bliss I don't wish to walk off just yet.”
Bullshit , I thought and hoped he'd plucked that out of my head.
We ended up in an all night café. Sitting at a table on the footpath, watching the
In a split second he had me against the wall, his hand fisted in my hair and my head tipped back. His growl was loud in the still misted air of the alley as his fangs pierced my skin and sunk deep in my flesh.
“Hey!” I protested through the sting of the bite. “You've fed already tonight.”
The sting was slowly being replaced with lust and hunger, my body fighting the response he was trying to make me feel. I threw up shields and pulled on my Light to protect me.
I suddenly find myself ravenous, Ms. Monk. I think this may take a while, please bear with me. And for God's sake, just let go!
I closed my eyes and most definitely did not let go and waited him out.
Damn. This was not going to be good. What the bloody hell had I been thinking?
Chapter 4
Fey Detection 101
He fed for more than 30 seconds. More than Michel would have. I realised that everything he did, I compared to my kindred. I had to stop it. It was too painful to be reminded constantly of what I had lost. Avery was not Michel and I couldn't afford to see him as such. What I had with Avery was practical. He may have ulterior motives for everything he does, but so did I. I wanted to be able to sense the Fey, so I was not running, but letting him stay. I wanted to protect the innocents of Rio from my guest, so he was feeding from me and not them.
It was practical and essential. Nothing more. A business transaction. The fact that I was selling my blood to a vampire to achieve my goals had not escaped me. But, desperate times called for desperate measures. If the portals were opening and fey were about to cross in numbers, our world would no longer be the same ever again.
I could stop it. I could just join with a vampire and let the Iunctio do what they will with the power I give them in order to close Álfheimr off from this world, once and for all. It didn't need to be Avery. I could contact Samson and see if he would make a suitable kindred. At least I know Samson, trust him. I also know it wouldn't need to lead to anything else, other than a joining. But, part of me already knew that Samson would not be a suitable match. He is only a level four Sanguis Vitam master. I was guessing that to be compatible with me, the vampire needed to be powerful too.
Avery had licked his puncture marks closed at my neck, but he hadn't stepped away. In fact, he was leaning into me slightly. His body pressed against mine, his hands holding my shoulders rigidly still and his face resting in the curve of my neck. He was breathing deeply too. I guess he'd not had Nosferatin blood for a while. Or maybe not at all. He seemed a little affected by it.
“Avery?” I asked after a few minutes had passed. “You can let me go now.”
“When I'm ready,” he replied. His voice level and seemingly unaffected.
I waited. There was no point turning this into a fight. I had said he could feed from me, it would be hypocritical to cause a scene now. But, I did wish he'd move away. I bit down on my lower lip and forced myself to remain still.
His hand came up and cupped my cheek before his face pulled back to look at me. I thought he'd say something, but he just stared at me for a few seconds and then abruptly turned away.
“I gather you usually hunt now, Ms. Monk?” he asked over his shoulder.
“Yeah. I wander the streets until I feel the pull.” I'd walked a lot of Rio over the past couple of months.
“Perhaps a coffee instead of the walking?" he suggested. "I feel the need to relax.” Not looking at me, he started stalking towards the bars and restaurants on the main drag.
“My blood too much for you, vampire?” I couldn't help it, he'd definitely walked straight into that one.
“As delightful as your blood is, Ms. Monk, sex makes me mellow. I'm in a post coital bliss I don't wish to walk off just yet.”
Bullshit , I thought and hoped he'd plucked that out of my head.
We ended up in an all night café. Sitting at a table on the footpath, watching the
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