Dark Destiny (Dark Sentinel #1) - Lexxie Couper Page 0,24
his face almost indiscernible, but his eyes were impossible to miss. They glowed with iridescent yellow greed, a greed she felt all the way in the pit of her belly.
She tensed, ready for the agony and ecstasy of his fangs. The pain would consume her first, followed by the pleasure, the rapture of the feed.
And if he kills you?
Her body trembled at the thought, but she ignored it. She didn’t care. She needed to feel this now. She couldn’t wait any longer.
Ice-cold fingers traced the line of her jugular down from her jaw to her collarbone, the path they took followed by a tongue both wet and cold.
“You smell delicious,” the vampire murmured, grazing her flesh with his teeth.
Another tremble shook her, this one a surreal mix of sexual craving and abject terror. “I’ve been told so,” she gasped, struggling to keep her voice even. She’d never offered herself to a vampire other than Ven. She just wished this one would hurry up.
There was a heavy pause, a tightening of his arrogant, overly familiar grip on her arse, and then he pulled back, his yellow stare drilling into her with almost contemptuous humor. “Really?” He grinned, his fangs glinting in the dim alley light. “By whom? I assumed I was your first?”
She gave her head a nervous shake. The fire in her belly and her sex threatened to devour her. Oh, God, would he just hurry the fuck up and bite her? She needed release. Now. “No. My…my boyfriend is a vamp.”
It was a little lie. Ven had never called her his girlfriend, but she’d been his main feed for three years now. They went to the movies together, swam in the beach at night together, made love on the sand…surely that’s exactly what she was? His girlfriend? And if Raz thought she had a vampire boyfriend, he’d be less inclined to drain her. Wouldn’t he?
She swallowed, her mouth suddenly dry even as her body ached with dark, impatient craving.
Raz’s grin stretched wider. “Really?” he repeated on a chuckle. “And what would this vampire boyfriend’s name be?”
She shivered, the aching need in her body beginning to undo her. “Steven Watkins,” she ground out, breath quick, eyes squeezed shut. “Now, shut the fuck up and bite me, damn it. I didn’t come here for a conversation.”
Raz stiffened for a moment, his lips still on her neck. “Steven Watkins?”
She nodded and for a glorious moment, she felt his tongue touch her neck, just above the point where her pulse beat like a trapped moth. Her breath caught in her throat in a hitching whimper and she braced herself.
“The vampire that surfs by moonlight?”
“Yes.”
“Tell me more about him. Now.”
The low command vibrated through her neck and she groaned, her nipples pinching tight, her fists curling tighter. “Why?” she moaned, pressing her hips against his cold body. “Does it matter?”
“That depends.” He touched the curve of her shoulder with his icy lips. “Do you want me to bite you?”
Hot frustration rolled through her. Tears stung her eyes, the need to feel the burn so powerful she could hardly think. “He’s just a vamp.”
“So why are you here?” Sharp fangs dented the flesh on her neck. A little. “With me?”
“Because he didn’t come to me tonight…or last night, and…” She bit her lip, humiliation almost dousing the craving. Almost, but not completely.
A cold tongue traced a lazy circle around the little dip at the base of her neck. “And?”
A shudder rocked through her. “And I can’t wait any longer.”
Raz tugged her hips harder to his and another, more primitive shudder claimed her. He was aroused. Very aroused. Oh, Lord, forgive me.
“Why hasn’t he come to you? Did you do something wrong?”
She shook her head, trying to rub her neck against his open mouth. Fuck, how much longer? She couldn’t take it anymore. “No,” she groaned. “He has a younger brother he needs to protect. Sometimes he goes to him instead.”
Raz became very still. “A brother?” The fingers on her arse curled harder into her butt cheeks, the lips on her neck softly nibbling her flesh. “Tell me his name.”
“Patrick.”
Ven’s brother’s name burst from her lips before she could stop it. A wave of unease rolled through her, tight and cold, but she ignored it. What did it matter if a vampire knew Patrick’s name? It wasn’t like he was anyone important, and Ven spent so much time looking after him even if the vamp at her neck did decide to go after Patrick, he’d fail.