The Dark Ones (The Dark Ones Saga 1)

I sniffed her neck harder.

She flinched.

I licked.

And she froze in my arms.

I hadn't meant to actually lick her, or maybe I had, and I just hadn't fully thought through the ramifications of my actions.

"Sorry…" Since when did I apologize? "I was… curious."

"So you licked me?" Her body trembled in my arms.

I held her tighter. "Yeah." That's all I had.

The song was ending.

"What do I taste like?"

"Heaven," I said before I could lie. Being honest with her about her own taste was the least I could do, right?

But just admitting it out loud made me want more.

"What's heaven taste like?"

"Genesis." My mouth curved into a small smile at her swift intake of breath. Her heart picked up speed, like a horse getting ready to race. Her palms began to sweat against mine.

"Care to know how I taste?" I asked, dipping her low in my arms.

She blinked up at me. "Yes."

I almost dropped her on her ass. I'd been taunting her, teasing. I wasn't serious.

Slowly, I brought her back up to standing position. "Then take a bite."

"What?" she gasped.

"Just a small one…" I teased. "It's perfectly natural."

"But I'm a human."

Her cheeks were completely flushed; her heart beat faster and faster. It was like a drug, listening to the physical effect I had on her body.

I raised her hand and twirled her twice, fast, and bit into my wrist on the third twirl. Three drops of blood met her lower lip.

She licked. Her eyes flashed green — my green.

And I lost complete control.

My mouth met hers in a frenzy; the perfect mixture of my blood and her taste was devastating to my senses.

What was worse?

Her hands had moved to my shoulders and were now fisting in my hair, tugging me closer, her body arching, trying to gain better access.

Her lips suddenly turned cold.

I pulled back and met Cassius's gaze across the room. He was smirking, the bastard.