neck in the hot smell of bourbon, and I shivered. Drunk, starving, horny vampire. Not good. “Baby, we had this conversation the other n—Hey, I never said you could put your hand there.”
He stroked my half-covered breast, teasing gentle nails under the fabric, and his hot tongue slicked the ticklish point of my ear. “You didn’t mind a bit of initiative last time.”
“Well, I d—Mmm.” His claw spiked my nipple, and shock crept tingling roots deep into my breast. My flesh hardened for his finger, and he pinched me, delightful. Recklessness flared in my blood. “Oops. Well, I suppose you can . . . Ooh.” He swept kisses down my neck, cold lips but hot tongue, and nuzzled my dress strap aside to delve into the hollow behind my collarbone.
“Whoa.” My knees melted, and slick warmth spread between my legs. His inky black hair rubbed on my shoulder, and shivers curled down my chest as he sucked that collarbone with a tiny sting of fang, just how I liked it. “Mmm. This kinda wasn’t my plan, you know. . . .”
“Wasn’t mine till I saw you.” His voice grated, lustful vibrations tingling my ribs. “You look so fucking horny in this dress, and the way you dance makes me wanna slide into you right here.”
“Uh-huh. Vampire sweet talk. You don’t just mean your dick, do you?” I exhaled, delicate, aroused and disgusted at the same time. Fear piqued my pleasure. I knew I should push him off, get away before he hurt me. But . . . On tonight’s special-crazy Icyspice scale of hot to scorching, he rated a definite screw me now. And flirting with danger was kinda fun, wasn’t it? My heart raced, my skin shone damp and hot, and a needy ache brewed inside me that longed to be stroked. Couldn’t hurt to have a little fun, could it?
“Honey, you can have everything I’ve got.” He dragged me against him and crept his fingers over my hip and under my stretchy skirt.
Okay, so no underwear was a bad idea. Or a good one. My insides twitched in anticipation. What would it feel like, a vampire’s bite? Good, maybe?
His fingertip brushed my exposed flesh. I shivered in delight, and he groaned and burrowed his finger deeper. “So wet.”
Why, so I was. I giggled, mad. “Water sprite, genius. I’m always wet.”
“Liar.” He grazed my shoulder with hungry teeth as he stroked me, light as a whisper.
“Mmm. Maybe.” Nerves tightened inside me, curious and pleasured. Tempted. The risk of infection was supposed to be small. And what else did I have to do tonight? Let’s see. Nothing. Just like tomorrow night, and the night after, and the night after that.
My fear scratched at me like desperate claws, but I brushed it aside.
He snarled softly. “Don’t tease me. You want it or not?”
“Why the hell not? Yeah. Wanna do it here? You can, if you want.” I leaned back into him with a sigh, thrusting my hips forward to meet his hand. His body moved sensually against my back, and pleasure stirred in my guts. How would it feel, his fanged mouth on my sex?
He crushed me tighter, effortlessly strong. My pulse quivered, wary, but too late. Nerveless. Breathless. I couldn’t pull away. I wriggled, but he tightened his arm to force me still. His razor tooth sliced along my collarbone, and the sting hurt more than I’d expected or wanted. Alarm jump-started my pulse with a jerk. Blood seeped, warm on my skin, and he laughed, his fingers curling between my legs. “Honey, I’ll do it wherever the fuck I like.”
And in one simultaneous movement, he pushed his finger deep inside me and forced hungry fangs into the skin of my neck.
Pleasure and pain, meeting in the middle. I gasped, delirious, as my vein popped and sticky warmth spilled, caught by his waiting mouth. My skin stretched, tore, ripped open under his tongue and teeth. A horrid cramp stabbed down the side of my neck, and my wing jerked, my shoulder convulsing in agony.
Yet inside me, flesh hardened as he stroked, pleasure flooding to my center. He found my nipple and pinched it, and my clit pulsed despite the ripping pain. He sucked, thrusting his finger inside me in time, and the sensation of blood dragging out of me as he forced inside started cramps of deep pleasure inside my sex that fought back the pain. I wanted to talk, to tell him not to stop, but my throat had