The taste of her blood… It spikes a carnal need inside of me, and I have to fight hard to only use poison’s kiss venom instead of trying to sire her. She tastes so fucking good, and I grab her roughly by the ass and lift her until her legs wrap around me.
“Thank you,” she whispers against my lips, kissing me again. “Please don’t kill me. I swear I’m not one of them.”
Right now, I wouldn’t give a fuck if she was one of Slade’s people. Considering she was running from him as he tried to kill her, I think it’s pointless to proclaim her innocence. It became obvious very quickly she’s not one of them.
She kisses me harder, and I press her against the wall of Kane’s house, tearing at her shirt.
“What’s… What’s wrong with me?” she moans, pushing herself against me harder. “I can’t stop. It hurts.”
“The blood,” I whisper, unable to stop either. It’s not supposed to affect us, but it’s sure as hell affecting me right now. “You had blood on your mouth when you kissed me. Open wound. Venom,” I explain, or try to. My sentences are incoherent because I’m too focused on what I’m doing to her body.
“Zee?” Thad’s voice has Leah’s head jerking back in surprise, and I barely stop myself from killing him. “Where the hell did she come from?”
I carry her up the stairs of Kane’s house, ignoring Thad. The second we’re inside, I kick the door shut. It takes a second to realize I never invited her in. Hell, I could have just fucking killed her because Kane has an entry spell on this place.
When she starts kissing me again, grinding against me, my mind shuts off and focuses on the only thing that seems to matter.
“How did you know I needed help?” she asks, but she resumes the kiss before I can answer.
Her tongue toys with mine, and I try not to slam her into the wall and rip her clothes off like a savage. A lot of restraint has to be in place, or I could kill her instead of just fucking her.
Damn it.
“I feel like I’m burning up from the inside,” she whimpers.
“It’s the venom. I can fuck you or knock you out until the urge subsides. Your choice.”
Not sure if the second option would even work.
“Fuck me,” she whispers, whimpering again when she can’t get friction fast enough.
I stumble blindly into a downstairs bedroom that isn’t even mine, and the second I find the bed, we crash onto it with me on top of her. I’ve already had a taste of her blood, and it makes me want even more. Why does it taste so damn good?
Groaning, I shrug my shirt off, and get impatient with her clothes. I might accidentally blow her up if I try to use magic to strip her, so I decide just to rip them off her like I’m a fucking animal or something.
She doesn’t even act afraid as she claws at the buckle of my belt, trying to get it off with shaky hands. I’m not worried about blowing myself up, so I do use magic. And it actually works right. The pants disappear from my body, along with my boxers, and the feel of her skin against mine has me wanting to claim every inch of her.
“Kiss me,” she whispers hoarsely, pulling me down again.
My lips find hers, and my tongue owns her mouth the way I want to own all of her. The frantic way she’s clawing at me and the sexy sounds she makes lets me know she approves.
With one hip adjustment, I start pressing inside her slowly, feeling how ready she is for me. The venom is better than any aphrodisiac in the world, so there’s no doubt she’s beyond turned on.
She bites my lip and grabs my shoulders when I push in deeper, slowly letting every wet inch of her encase me, and savoring each and every second of it.
“So good,” she whispers, kissing the line of my jaw. “Take me.”
***
LEAH
I’ve always heard that near-death experiences can actually turn someone into a sex-crazed madman. It’s a fitting assumption that it’s what’s going on right now, because I’m practically blind with need.
My heart is still racing from almost dying, and I’m begging Zee to fuck me. How did things get so twisted? Everything seems to jump from one extreme to the other.
He pushes my hands above my head, and one of his hands holds my wrists as his other hand slowly slides down my body.
“Whatever you do, don’t tell me you’re mine,” he whispers, letting his head fall back as he sinks to the deepest point inside me and holds still. His eyes screw shut, and every muscle on his body seems to tense.