He smells like a perfect mixture of all my favorite things—chocolate, cherries, strawberries… So much more. My mouth actually starts to water, but I swallow hard.
When my tongue darts out to wet my lips, his eyes follow the motion, and his gaze darkens even as his blue eye color lightens. A small growl emanates from his chest, and something inside me almost feels drawn to the sound, like some sick freak.
“You have to stop doing things like that,” he says absently, running a finger over my lips.
Gravity works against me, and I lean into the touch instead of away. It’s like there’s a heady cocktail of desire and want, and I have no control over anything.
“What’s… What’s…” My words trail off, and he rolls his eyes while pulling his hand away.
“It’s me. For some reason, I want to sire you. You’re trying to fucking bond with me.”
I swallow hard again upon hearing that answer, and I fight the urge to touch him.
“What does that mean??
??
“Night stalker,” he says, pointing to his chest. “Human,” he adds, pointing at me. It’s then I realize he’s talking to me like I’m an idiot. The dickhead.
Still doesn’t make me recoil the way I want to, though.
He moves closer, and thumbs my bottom lip. My breath catches in my throat as he leans down, putting his lips so close to mine that I can almost taste his breath. It’s just as good as his scent.
“Right now,” he says in almost a whisper, keeping his eyes locked on mine, “I’m your every desire. Every scent you love, every taste you crave, and every touch you’ve ever wanted. It’s part of the allure when the sire calling hits. It’s rare. Very fucking rare. Usually my kind just takes what they want. We like to own things, and as your sire, I’d own you in every possible way.”
His hand slides down my shoulder and keeps going until it’s past the curve of my waist. He grabs my ass and jerks me around until he can come down on top of me. The second I feel him settling in between my legs, I should panic, but instead, I press closer.
It’s almost painful not to grind against him when I feel his erection, but I remain somewhat sane and resist. His lips brush against mine, as he pins my hands above my head.
“Hearing the calling is almost unheard of. Trust me when I say I’m using every ounce of my strength to deny it. You’ve stalked my club, almost as though you want to be turned into a monster.”
My breath becomes trapped this time, because those fake fangs aren’t fake. Not at all.
I watch in disbelief as those sharp points barely peek out, and curse myself for finding the seduction in them. I try to think Dracula instead of Cullen. Vampires are not seductive. Vampires are not seductive. Vampires are not—
“Then you land in my lap tonight after I’ve worked so hard to avoid you. Do you have any idea how tempting it makes it? Now you’re trapped under me, your heart is racing, and the scent of your fear is intoxicating. It only makes me want you more.”
His tongue teases the crease of my lips, and I open up to him like it’s not my choice.
“It’d be so easy,” he whispers against me. “And so wrong.”
One second his weight is pressing on top of me. The next… he’s gone. Nothing but air is around me, and my eyes dart around the room to see him clutching the wall on the other side.
“Fuck,” he growls.
“Looked like that’s what you were about to do.” I squeal a little at the new voice in the room, and see a smirking, leather-clad Dice standing on the stairs.
“Not now,” Zee mumbles to him.
“You don’t look so well, chap. Suppose the sire thing is really nagging at you, huh?”
My eyes dart to the door. Having some space from him is like getting hit hard with so much clarity all at once. It’s dizzying and disorienting, but I manage to stand up.
“Maybe you should take a break. Go watch my girl and I’ll watch yours,” Dice tells him.
My stomach punches my ribs. His girl? I’m not his girl. Not unless he’s touching me and using his freaky mojo on me.
The door is ajar just barely, and I inch toward it.