looked down at the floor, then at me. We were almost toe to toe. He reached out and grabbed me around the waist then yanked me to him.
"I'm standing. And I'm sober enough to take you that way too. What do you say, Glory? You did it with the shifter. How about trying it on with me?" He leaned in, sliding his fangs along my throat when I jerked my face away.
"Stop it! You really think I want you in this condition? You're staggering drunk." I shoved at him and he proved me right, grabbing hold of the counter next to him before crashing into the small table that was bolted to the floor. Discarded glasses flew everywhere and shattered. He finally landed on the padded banquette next to the table, a scowl on his face.
"No need to get mean about it. Just say no. I can take it. I took it before." He tried to pull himself up to a sitting position and it took three efforts before he made it. "What the fuck?"
"You're trashed, Ray. Obviously you've been drinking since the sun went down." I stood next to him and finally gave in to the urge to smooth his hair back from his forehead. He looked lost and confused.
"Help me up. I can shower. That'll get me sober. I've got to go on in a few." He licked his lips and I saw him eyeing the bottles stashed next to the sink.
"Nothing else to drink." I helped him to his feet, ignoring the totally hot body he exposed when he shucked his shorts and stepped into the tiny shower stall next to the kitchen. He turned on the cold water and stood under the spray, his face directly under the showerhead. He swayed there for a good five minutes. It obviously wasn't doing much for him and I finally reached in and turned off the water, helping him wrap a towel around his waist. I rubbed another towel through his long dark hair, then handed him a comb. He barely bothered to run it through and he usually tied it back anyway.
"What are you going to wear?" I glanced in the tiny closet. The choices were similar and when he didn't answer, I grabbed dark jeans and a blue silk shirt the color of his eyes. I looked back and he'd fallen onto the bed, those beautiful eyes closed, the towel a heap on the floor.
Of course I looked my fill, savoring the way his broad shoulders tapered into a lean waist and his muscular legs ended in narrow elegant feet. And then there was that package with a piercing you know where. He'd added a diamond to the loop since I'd seen it last, and it sparkled . . . Never mind. Time was marching on and this man was still in no shape to sing. I knew of only one way to get Ray sober and ready in time.
"Ray, wake up." I climbed on the bed and jiggled his shoulder.
"Glory, babe." He wrapped his arm around me and pulled me on top of him. "Finally, I've got you where I want you. What's with the shades?" He grinned and pulled them off, tossing them on the floor. "What the hell?"
"A little accident." I sighed as he slid one hand under my sweater. "Stop it, Ray."
"No way." He found my breast, then grabbed my butt with his other hand. "Feel sooo good."
"Forget that." I propped myself up to get some space, desperately trying to ignore his clever hands, one of which had unclasped my bra, then gone to work on my breasts again. "You've got to drink from me."
"Ah, love that." His fangs were sliding out and rasping along my jugular in an instant. "You are so sweet." Then he was taking my blood, sucking it in with a hum as he slid his fingers inside my jeans and stroked my bum. I moaned, not immune to the pull of his mouth or his hands on my body.
I knew I wasn't going to let him do more than this bit of foreplay, but if I made an issue out of stopping him now, he might quit drinking, and he needed my blood.
The weakness that comes from maybe a little too much giving and not enough taking began to creep over me, making me lethargic. I gently pushed him away, finally having to use force because he was really into drinking from me. He collapsed back on the