Bite Marks (The Lycans 5)

And then I grabbed his right hand and broke that wrist too. The sound of bone snapping caused my blood to rise savagely. Violently.

This primal viciousness moved through me. I wrenched his head to the side, baring his throat, his jugular beating frantically from his increased heart rate.

My mouth salivated, my fangs aching, my thirst monumental. I saw my mate in my mind, so clear it was as if she was right in front of me. The arousal I felt for her—only for her—consumed me as I struck his neck, my fangs sinking deep, his vein opening like a broken balloon.

I gorged myself on his life source, swallowing in rapid pulls, my throat working fast to keep up with the mouthfuls pouring into me. My eyes glowed brightly, the red illuminating the alley as I imagined this blood was Kayla’s, that she was the one I was drinking from.

She’d taste so sweet, a Coveted Female’s blood said to be like ambrosia, an aphrodisiac that could never be matched.

Once I had my fill, I let go of the asshole, his body dropping to the dirty asphalt like the trash he was. He was still breathing, but the gaping wound I left on the side of his neck would be his demise in the next five minutes.

I ran the back of my arm over my mouth, smearing the blood from my lips and chin. I reached down and grabbed a chunk of his hair, yanked his head up, and made my way deeper into the alley. I felt the strength pour into me from this fucker’s blood and growled again, knowing he’d touched what was mine. I wanted to kill the prick all over again.

I tossed his lifeless corpse behind a dumpster and reached for my cell, calling up my team. Although I didn’t give two shits about this bastard being found, it was typically bad business to have bodies showing up mutilated near my businesses.

“I need a cleanup in the side alley of Sinner,” I said low into the receiver. “You’ll smell the blood.” I didn’t wait for a response as I disconnected the call and shoved the phone back into my pocket.

I turned and faced the entrance to the alley and inhaled deeply, still able to smell Kayla’s scent lingering in the air.

With my hunger satiated—for the time being—and the shit with the Lycans and the Assembly set in motion, tonight was the night I’d take her away.

Fuck waiting any longer.

11

Kayla

I couldn’t stop thinking about him, about the way my body lit up when he touched me, about how I grew soft and warm and so hungry for more when he kissed me.

I should be horrified. Terrified. He’d bitten me… more than once.

Then why was I still so wet? Why was my heart still thundering against my ribs, even though I’d run away and was tucked safely in my home?

I closed my eyes and breathed out, but doing so had my mind conjuring up how hard his erection had been as he pressed against me, rubbed it, ground all that male flesh into my belly.

God, even the prick of pain from that kiss made me needier, igniting that darker side of me, the part I’d always thought of as depraved… wrong. But it didn’t feel like that when I was with him. It felt like that's exactly what I was supposed to be doing. Who I was supposed to be doing it with.

One word kept bouncing around in my head after I’d asked him what he was. But it was so unrealistic, so fantastical, that I felt like a complete moron for even thinking about it.

But the biting. The blood. His massive size, and the way his eyes seemed to glow in the dusky nightclub. And then of course the magnetism that pulled me in like a whirlpool.

Vampire.

A small, almost hysterical laugh bubbled out of me, and I shook my head, feeling ridiculous as I opened my eyes and let my vision clear. To even consider that he was some supernatural creature out of a book or a movie was preposterous.

The realistic option was that he was probably a sadist, into blood play and hard-core biting. And I should’ve been concerned that even thinking that had me growing warm and soft and… wet.

Pushing those thoughts out of my head was easier said than done, but I tried in vain to do that as I headed out of my bedroom and into the kitchen. I’d already taken a cold shower, which had done nothing to alleviate the heat moving through me.

I stood by the kitchen sink and stared out the large window above it that gave a scenic view of the wooded property behind the house. I found myself touching my bottom lip, the tender wound there.

My breasts felt heavy and sensitive, and I forced myself to drop my hand, curling my fingers around the edge of the sink and exhaling roughly.