the marks.
I shake my head. “No, she must not have cut me as deep as I’d thought. They just bled a lot for such small scratches. Does having your blood heal me?”
“Maybe.” He smiles, draws my hands to his lips, kisses each wrist, and then lets my hands go. “Ready to head back then?”
His lips on my skin steal my breath for a moment. “No. But let’s go anyway.” I give him a smile and buckle my seatbelt.
He turns the car on and drives us back the few blocks to the club. He pulls into the lot and parks in a dark spot, far from the doors and anyone who might chance to observe us. The windows in his car are tinted, so we are basically in our own world in here, which I appreciate. It gives me a moment of contentment. I start to unbuckle to get out, but he stills my hand.
“What is it?” I ask, looking at him curiously.
“I want you to know how much you mean to me. I want to share blood with you again.”
“Is that going to turn me into a vampire?” I frown. “How much blood can I have before that happens?”
He chuckles. “No, it isn’t going to turn you. You would have to die to be turned. It will make you feel better and, as you guessed, heal those cuts a little more—and the bruising on your arm.” He touches the finger marks on my bicep. “And it will deepen the connection between us, make it stronger.”
“What do you mean?” I ask.
“Each time we share blood, a bond is created. You are bound to me,” he answers. “It strengthens us, and allows me to protect you more.”
“Okay then, yes, I want that,” I say softly.
He kisses me, then pulls back and gazes into my eyes. His deep blue eyes darken a bit and I feel myself falling under his spell. I am in that uber-relaxed state, willing to do anything he asks. He kisses me again, his hands trailing down my neck to my arms as he shifts me, moving my arms up around his neck as he gathers me closer over the console between us.
My breathing hitches as he deepens the kiss, and I feel myself floating on the edge of a cloud. A moment later, he breaks the kiss and my eyelids flutter closed as he trails hot kisses down my throat. Just as his fangs pierce my neck, I come, soaking my panties, my clit throbbing in time to his sucking.
I hear the snick of his knife opening and then my mouth presses to the cut he’s made, and I gulp the spray of blood, sucking on his neck as he’s done to me. I pull back when he urges me to. My body zings with pleasure as I lick the blood from my lips.
“Open your eyes, sweetness.”
I obey his command and gaze into his eyes. He snaps his fingers and I blink up at him. My eyes go to the lipstick prints on his neck, and I grin. The cut he made is gone, but my lip prints remain. I touch my lips and then look back at him. “I think you’re wearing more of my lipstick than I am.” I reach for the new lipstick and pull down the mirror to reapply it.
He chuckles as he wipes the marks from his neck with one of the tissues. “How do you feel?” he asks a moment later.
Taking a second, I recap the lipstick as I consider what I am feeling. I glance at my wrists; the cuts are gone, so is the bruising. And then, as I shift, my panties rubbing against my sensitive clit, my eyelids flutter. “Horny,” I murmur, and then glance up at him with a wicked little smile.
He laughs. “Well, we’ll have to take care of that a little bit later. I promise, I will make you come so many times tonight that you’ll be sore tomorrow.” He grins at me and kisses my fingers, which are gripped in his hand. “For now, though, we should probably head into the club.”
I sigh as he releases my hand, but give him a smile. “If we must.”
Chapter 11
Aaron wraps his arm around my back and keeps me close to his side as we move toward the door of the club. He nods at the bouncer.
“Good evening, Jared. May we?” Aaron gestures toward the door.
“Back again, Mr. Blake?” The man frowns at him. “Are you staying, then,