The Blood is Love (Dark Eyes 2)

Heat presses between my legs and I know I’m wet, my pussy throbbing painfully, like a switch has been turned on inside me.

And I know Solon can smell it, because he’s breathing in deeply and pulling me back against him just enough so I can feel his hard-on press against the curve of my ass.

“I told you this wasn’t for the faint of heart,” he murmurs in my ear, the rough quality of his voice making my thighs squeeze together even tighter.

“You didn’t tell me it would be an orgy in here,” I manage to say, unable to tear my eyes away from all the blood and feasting and fucking, even though I know I should. For my sake more than anything. The adrenaline and lust are so overpowering that I’m afraid I might start attacking Solon right here and join in their little fuck fest.

“I know what you’re thinking,” he says through a groan, nipping my earlobe as he presses his cock into me harder. “But I keep my feedings private. Always have.”

“So you know I’m thinking about how badly I want to fuck you right now?” I ask huskily.

“If you’re thinking the same as me, then yes,” he says through a growl. Then he pulls away enough to raise his hand in the air, creating a doorway of flames.

Normally I would protest to going inside the Black Sunshine, but honestly, from the way my hormones are ripping my brain apart and leaving me without rational thought, I don’t think we’d even make it upstairs to the bedroom before attacking each other.

We step through the flames and the world goes black and white and silent. The feeding frenzy has turned to writhing ghostly shapes. You can still tell they’re fucking, but the moans have ceased.

And I’m still more turned on than I’ve ever been in my life.

I don’t have to tell Solon that though.

He’s already grabbing me roughly by the jaw, covering my mouth in a hard, violent kiss until I’m moving back, back, back across the steel floor and my head thumps against the wall.

We both fed the other day, but I’m suddenly so ravenous that I’m clawing at him, desperate to drink his blood, to get off, to fuck, to do everything and anything, and from the way he’s handling me, hands rough, cock hard, I know he feels the same.

His hands go to the bodice of my dress, ready to rip it off me, but I manage to say, “Wait. Don’t ruin it.” Cleaning blood off a leather dress is one thing, having it ripped to shreds is another. I wouldn’t mind wearing it again.

He grumbles in protest, his fingers moving so quickly that it feels like a rush of air at my back and then the dress is zipped off, falling to my feet, leaving me completely nude, and he’s suddenly naked too, the tuxedo in a pile.

There’s something so jarring about seeing Solon here like this. Not just in the black and white world of Black Sunshine, turning our bodies different shades of gray, but him standing here in this sterile room, totally nude. With the way he’s standing, breathing hard, muscles primed, cock hard and erect, his hair a mess, he looks absolutely feral, like he’s about to pounce on me and tear me apart.

He looks like a beast, I can’t help but think. Even though there is a real beast that lives inside of him, one I only glimpsed briefly as it fucked me royally, part of me wants to bring that beast out of him again. He’s warned me about it, that I can’t tame that monster inside of him…but who says I even want to?

I reach back to take off my heels, utterly uninhibited about being so naked and on display, when he lets out a low guttural noise from his chest. “Don’t. Keep the shoes on.”

My brows go up. Okay then. I make a mental note to wear heels more often.

He takes a predatory step toward me. Then another. My eyes keep bouncing from his rigid cock, bobbing with the languid movement, to his gaze that burns so hot and deep that I feel I’m about to enter a new territory with him.

Fuck, I’m practically dripping between my legs at the thought.

“Go over to the chains,” he says, voice low and rough.

I look over my shoulder. I can see the ghostly glowing shape of the chained male vampire still fucking the woman, though with the way time moves in here, it’s all happening in slow motion.

“The empty chains,” Solon clarifies.

Now my other brow lifts. “You want me to chain you up?”

He gives me a wicked grin. “Not a chance.”

So much for me bossing him around.

I swallow hard and stare at the chains on the wall, the sleek metal links leading to soft cuffs. I went from purely vanilla sex before I met Solon to…well, I don’t know how the hell I’d classify our sex life. But putting me in chains in a vampire feeding room—in the Black Sunshine, no less—is a whole other level. That would bring my sexual experience from vanilla to Ben & Jerry’s Everything But The…