I chuckled. “You could do your own light show with those babies.”
“I’m not the only one,” he whispered. “Your eyes are glowing, too.”
Blinking, I grasped that I was naturally turning on my own Shifter night vision, and peered up, seeing two blue lights hit his black ceiling. “That’s pretty cool.” He dropped on the bed between Jack and me and pushed his legs under the sheet. “Look up at the ceiling.”
Two green lights hit the ceiling next to my blue ones. “Huh. I never noticed that before.”
I whispered, “Close one eye.” He did, and one green light disappeared. A little slaphappy, I giggled. “Okay, open it, and tell me what this phrase is.” He opened his eye, and I closed one of mine and started to move my head, one blue light traveling across his ceiling in a specific way.
He chuckled softly. “Is this the equivalent of a man writing his name in the snow while he’s pissing?”
“Quiet down, funny man. Pay attention. If you read it right, you’ll get a prize.”
“That, I like. Although, there are too many people in the bed to really—”
I elbowed him in the ribs, cutting him off.
He groaned in mock pain.
“You want to play or not?” Keeping one eye shut was hard after a while.
Deeply, he purred, “Oh, I want to play.”
I sighed heavily.
“Fine, I’ll behave.”
I waited.
“Really, I’ll be good.”
Still, I waited.
“Sweetheart, I want the damn prize. I’ll be as virtuous as a saint. Promise.” A pause, then a rumbled growl, “Unless, you don’t want me virtuous.”
“Ezra?”
Innocent. “Yes?”
“Shut. Up.”
He did. He even started pseudo snoring when I took so long to start, waiting on him to open his trap once more, but I began moving my head again, writing with my blue eye’s light. He hummed in his throat. “It starts with a ‘B’.”
“Yep.” More head moving.
He watched silently, and then slowly sounded it out. “B…Bi…Bit…Bite…M…Me.” A gentle chuckle. “Bite me?”
“Yes, sir. I know you’re thirsty. You didn’t drink tonight.”
“No, Lily, that doesn’t—”
Slapping a hand over his mouth, I stopped him. “Just take a little. It won’t hurt me or make me too weak.” I took my hand off his mouth as I felt his fangs descend. “Good, you actually agreed without too much argument.”
“I’m parched,” he rumbled quietly, beginning to roll. “Arguing isn’t in me right now, but I’ll make up for it in the morning.”
I snickered. He was a grump in the mornings. “Nothing really new there.”
“Be quiet,” he whispered, yanking me flat on my back.
Gasping at the rough movement, I felt his face against my neck before I could blink.
He inhaled deeply, a quiet groan escaping. He slipped over me, wrapping a hand behind my nape and lifting demandingly, not waiting for me to do so, making half my body arch and my head fall back. Leaning on one elbow, he kept part of his weight off me, but he was still heavy.
Reflexively, I spread my legs, and his own slid between mine, relieving some of his bulk.
He was being more forceful than normal, but he had said he was parched. When Vamps got too thirsty, some of their predator came out. That was normal, so I wasn’t afraid when his fangs brushed my skin, sliding from my ear to my pulse as the predator in him tried to scare me.
I merely ran my fingers through his spiked hair, a soothing motion.
His fangs paused on my pulse, and he sucked in a harsh breath, whispering rapidly, “Sorry.” Their grip loosening on my neck, his fingers massaged. “I’ll try not to take much.” His fangs immediately sliced into my flesh, and he groaned gutturally as he took a hard pull, his muscles flexing against my body and, a bare beat later, I was caressed by angel’s feathers, the intense, pure grace brilliant.
Sighing in contentment, I blinked open my eyes, perceiving he was done drinking. We were now lying on our sides, facing each other, while I had a death grip on his hair.
He was grinning, his fangs still slightly descended, but not completely lowered, meaning he had, indeed, only taken a little. Just enough to take the edge off. In a break between the full bed of quiet snores, he whispered, “Thank you.”
Snuggling my head under his chin, my hands loosened in his hair. “Welcome.”
Chapter Seventeen