her head and shook it.
Okay then. At least this wasn’t just some normal response that everyone gets after fighting and then being bitten by a female vamp. Did it mean something that connects them even tighter? His shaft throbbed from the thought with the pain of not releasing. He needed that but wouldn’t have it until he was buried deep inside her, her hot core milking every ounce of his soul. Regardless of how much a bad idea it was, deep down he knew it was going to happen, if not today, then another day. But, it was going to happen.
“I’m still going.” She mumbled the words but he heard them.
“I know.”
Slowly she lifted her head and stared into his gaze. “I could have killed you.”
“No, you could have tried and tried is the relative word.” He knew she bit him to deter, to maim, but not to kill. He wondered now what would it have taken to push her to the point of actually attempting that.
She glared at him, let her fangs extend partially and then recede.
“You didn’t bite me at a pulse point.”
“Didn’t have to. If I had kissed you any longer, you would have been begging me to take more and then even more. So much more that you would have given me all of it.”
“So you have done this before?”
Again she shook her head. She stood, the movement so fast Reed had to move back a step. Denver grabbed a handful of her torn shirt and tugged it from her body. She dropped it on the floor, pushed past Reed and disappeared into the bedroom. Reed dragged in a deep breath, taking in the scent of her. His head swirled just as his shaft grew harder. What a mess and it’s only going to get worse.
Denver stood next to the door, her hand lightly touching the knob. “Are you coming with me? Or not?”
He growled under his breath and said, “With. Does your friend have any guns, anything we could use as a weapon?”
“Like this one.” She said as she pulled up her pants leg and showed off the forty-five secured to her calf.
“That’ll do.” Reed nodded. “Where’s mine?”
She reached behind her and pulled another from the band of her pants. This one was a Glock. “We don’t use them unless absolutely necessary.”
“You have your rules. I have mine.” He raised an eyebrow and moved towards the door.
CHAPTER FIVE
Denver was going to crave him like she craved the dark, the blood, the hunt. As soon as she’d latched her mouth to his arm and his blood touched her tongue, she knew it had been a huge mistake, one of the biggest of her life. She’d been careful in the past. She hadn’t been on this earth shy of one hundred and fifty years to make such a mistake. But this time she forgot. She forgot everything her guardian told her, but how could she have remembered? Her guardian hadn’t been alive for a few dozen years.
Reed had felt it too. He’d had too. There was only one thing that could have put that look in his eyes. His hunger for her would be absolute.
But, oh my God, the heat from his blood sent shivers along her spine only to settle at the core of her body, throbbing her center, twitching the muscles in her thighs. Even now, just thinking about his blood coating her tongue had her blinking back the surge of electricity igniting her body. His blood was like liquid gold, the sweetest nectar. She could have savored it for all eternity.
She should have paid attention to her father and her tutors when they’d attempted to warn her. Now it was too late. Damn.
Two hours later Denver braked to a halt two blocks from the hospital. They’d driven around the perimeter twice and she was thinking about a third time until Reed placed his hand over hers and tilted his head toward the curb.
She blew out a breath, sucked one in before she settled her gaze on his face. “Maybe this isn’t a good idea.”
“Probably not, but I don’t think I’ll be able to put up with you if you don’t check on your friend.”
She hunched a shoulder and glanced out the front window and up the block. She wondered if Reed could see how her hands trembled. Did he feel it when he touched her?
“So, how do we do this?”
“Stealth.”
“Stealth?” Denver turned in the seat and stared at him.
“How well do you know this