Holy shit.
As he took deep pulls at her throat, swallowing her blood as if he couldn’t get enough, Tabby felt herself growing hot. Growing wet. Pleasure started to form in the pit of her stomach, tightening, tightening until she felt like she was about to explode from the sensation. Her hands immediately shot out, grabbing Adam by the front of his shirt. Training told her to shove him away, while the feminine core of her shouted at her to tug him close.
She was deceptively strong and, well, the vamp didn’t offer any resistance as she yanked him near her. Since she wasn’t trying to get away from him—she wasn’t trying to stop him from drinking her—Adam kept his mouth in place, his fangs digging into her throat.
It felt so damn good.
Still clutching his shirt tightly between her fists, Tabby jumped up, wrapping her legs around his waist. Adam widened his stance, giving her something to hold onto as she pressed her hot and aching pussy against his lower belly. She dipped, gasping when she came into contact with a bulge that could only be one thing.
His erection caused Tabby to come slamming back to earth. What the hell was wrong with her? The Nightwalker male was getting off on draining her and she was seconds away from climaxing while she let him.
She went cold, like someone had dumped ice water over her head. Adam was pure sexual heat, moaning against her throat, while she stood there like a moron, all but begging him to take her.
And she didn’t even mean her blood.
Something told her that he wasn’t trying to drink her to death. Whatever was happening between them while he continued to draw on her vein, it felt so amazing that, for the first time ever, Tabby thought she might understand why Donors got addicted to this sensation. But Adam wasn’t stopping and now that she’d lost her budding orgasm, she couldn’t help but notice how lightheaded she was.
It took too much effort to unfold her fingers. Once she had, she flattened her palms, pressing against his chest. He didn’t budge. She put all of her energy into it while shaking her head just enough to catch his attention without the threat of his chewing her neck open.
It never even occurred to Tabby to reach for her dagger. Even as he continued to latch onto her, her heart racing, sending the blood straight to him in some kind of twisted offering, Tabby left her hands against his chest.
And, suddenly, it was over.
As soon as he withdrew his fangs, Adam backed up, nearly flying in his haste to get away from her. During his bite, he must’ve lost his shades. His strangely pale eyes went dark with some kind of surprised emotion. Tabby was getting better and better at reading the Nightwalker. She thought it was a mixture of…
Lust?
Shame?
Yeah. Probably a little of both.
Tabby slapped her hand over her neck. She could feel the warmth of Adam’s lips still pressed to her skin even though he was halfway across the room from her.
“You bit me,” she accused.
There was a throb in her voice that matched the throb in her pussy. Now that she wasn’t facing certain death by exsanguination, she had to admit that she’d never been this turned on before in her life. The only thing that made it worse—besides the trickle of blood she could feel dripping slowly down her neck—was the realization that he obviously hadn’t meant for any of that to happen.
Adam’s eyes grew even wider. Splatters of blood dotted his strong chin, welling in the corner of his mouth. His fangs seemed longer than they were.
His erection was a tent pulsing against his loose sweatpants.
“I… I’ve never bitten anyone before.”
Yeah. No shit. Even a fledgling vamp knew how to take from their donor without leaving any evidence of their theft behind.
“Shit— I… I’m so sorry. I never should’ve…” His hands extended, his claws reaching toward her, Adam’s gaze locked on her neck. “Are you okay?”
Tabby kept her hand wrapped around her throat. “Yeah.”
“Let me see
.”
“No.”
Another curse under his breath. “It was an accident—”
“Yeah. I figured.”