to stand the silence any longer, I whispered, “Holy Batman, where’s your Batmobile?”
“Were you a troubled child?” he asked as we stepped into a large tunnel.
I couldn’t help but laugh. “You have no idea.”
“I’m beginning to get one.” His dry response made me laugh harder.
We were almost to the other end of the tunnel when I had a thought. For Anya and Naya to believe that I was one of them, I needed to appear like one of them. In order to do that, Zack would need to—
I reached out to stop him. Our hands touched, and I felt the connection instantly snap into place. My nerve endings ignited as molten-hot lust pooled at my core. I bit back a moan. The man had some seriously sexy mojo going on. Evidently, he felt it too because he jerked his hand from my grasp, and snapped, “What?”
“Bite me,” I rasped.
His eyes widened, and he took a step back. “You’re not troubled, you’re insane.”
He was just figuring this out now? “Just humor me for a moment. You feed from the neck, right?”
“Either that or the wrist, why?”
“And how long do the bitemarks usually last, two days, maybe three?” I could tell by his expression he knew where this was going. Nourishers didn’t get three days to recover, which meant they always carried marks. “Think about it, if I waltz in claiming to be your new nourisher without any marks on me, how likely are they to believe me?”
“That’s a risk we’re going to have to take because I refuse to bite you,” he growled.
His answer infuriated me. It also stung. I was willing to sacrifice my virgin neck for the cause. The least he could do was nut up and take one for the team.
“Geez, it’s not like I have cooties.” I swept my hair to one side and bared my neck. “Come on, fang me. You know you wanna.”
His eyes flashed red. My heart leapt into my throat as he took a step forward. We were close, so close that I could smell the cinnamon of his breath. I liked cinnamon, a lot.
“Never taunt a vampire,” he said in a low, growly voice that scared the shit out of me but also made me hot.
“Fine, you don’t want to bite me, then march your sexy vampire ass into that house and get me someone who will,” I snapped back at him.
One minute we were growling at each other, and the next, my back was against the cold, concrete wall, and Zack was sinking his fangs into the side of my neck.
Talk about poking the bear; I’d just poked the vampire.
6
The bite itself hurt, but the euphoria that came after swept the pain away. Far, far away. His masculine fingers encircled my neck, imprisoning me against his warm, succulent mouth. My core tightened as a giant wave of lust barreled through me. I’m talking the X-rated let’s-get-naked-and-do-the-horizontal-tango-on-the-filthy-floor kind of lust. I was soaring in sensation and drowning in ecstasy. I couldn’t give two flying fucks if he drained me dry. Drain away, baby. As I slid my hand between our two bodies and palmed his rather impressive erection, a moan tore from his lips, the vibration of it ricocheting through me. It was nice to know I wasn’t the only one affected. I could feel him coursing through my veins. He wasn’t physically touching me, yet I felt his hands everywhere. The orgasm built with each draw from his deliciously deadly fangs, and I knew it was going to be huge, monumental, the mother of all orgasms. Right as I was closing in on the finish-line and practically teetering on the precipice of nirvana, he stopped.
“No!” I gasped as he slowly retracted his fangs from my neck, while at the same time thinking, Shut up, Diana. Yes, I was actually arguing with myself, but damn it, I really wanted to come. Tears of frustration sprang to my eyes, and I whimpered when I felt his warm tongue lick across the side of my neck.
“There, that should do it.” His whiskey-coated rasp made me shiver with need—the need to ride his giant vampire cock.
This was bad. No, it was worse than bad. How was I supposed to concentrate now? Glaring daggers at him, I croaked, “You’re a cruel man, Mr. Wylde.”
“And you, Miss Duvail, are a menace. Now, before we proceed any further, I’m going to have to ask you for your gun.”
I snorted. “And give up my only means of protection? I