“Oh.” I blinked. “Like what?”
“Come here.” He gestured for me to step closer.
“Tell me what you’re going to do.” I looked at his bleeding hand. “Strike that. Fix yourself first, and then I’ll know what’s coming.”
“Mine will close on its own. Vampire blood has healing properties.”
He was right. As I watched, the wound appeared to be growing smaller.
“I promise I won’t hurt you,” he said.
I could hear the truth in his voice, and my wound stung like hell.
“Are there any side effects?”
“No.”
I drew in an unsteady breath and approached him.
His gaze dropped to the dripping wound, and his nostrils flared. His jaw tightened, and his eyes flashed. There was something hot and dark and unreadable in his stare.
My heartbeat picked up the pace. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.” His voice was tense, and I swore I could see the slightest bit of his fangs, which were normally retracted. He looked away, his jaw working as he got himself under control.
Was he turned on?
Was I crazy for thinking that?
But his eyes…
I shivered. “Is it my blood?”
He nodded sharply. ?
??This hasn’t happened in…ever.”
I swallowed hard. “But there’s something between us.”
His gaze moved back to mine. Heat crackled between us like lightning. “There is.”
Cursed Mates.
I didn’t say it. I couldn’t. Tension had stolen my voice.
“I won’t bite you without your permission,” he said, his voice rough.
“I know.” Did I, though? Fear shot through me, followed by desire. “Just heal me, okay?”
Excitement had me thrumming. I couldn’t help it.
He nodded sharply and raised his wrist to his lips. His fangs were out. At the sight of them, something inside me warmed.
He sunk them into his wrist. I winced, but he didn’t so much as flinch. He raised his head. Two pearls of blood had formed on his wrist.
He held his arm to my lips. “Don’t drink, just lick.”
Shock raced through me. “What?”