“But if I don’t ask, I don’t get to hear you say yes.”
She laughed again, the sound morphing halfway through into a moan when Brett laid his mouth on her neck and bit. The worry that he’d hurt her touched his mind but soon disappeared, obliterated by the overwhelming taste of her blood flooding his mouth. It had felt like this earlier when he’d first awakened and taken blood from his Sire… and yet, at the same time, it felt completely different.
This was Lisa against him, Lisa’s blood and life flowing on his tongue and down his throat, Lisa’s scent surrounding him like a cocoon, her hands holding him tight against her trembling body, her voice dropping to a ragged whisper to form his name.
“Brett… God…”
She arched against him, pressing against his aching cock, and suddenly taking her blood wasn’t enough anymore. He had to take her.
He forced himself to wrench his mouth from her neck and looked at her, meeting her heavy-lidded eyes and wondering if his eyes glowed as much as hers did.
“I want you,” he said, and the words came out as a growl.
Her grin bared her own fangs.
“You don’t have to ask about that ei—.”
His mouth crashed onto hers, all but swallowing her last word. He stroked her lips with his tongue, her own tongue soon coming out to caress it and, he realized, taste her own blood. The thought turned everything crimson for a second. The desire to have her burned in his veins, flowing like the blood he’d taken from her. He fleetingly thought of picking her up and carrying her to their bed, or even to the sofa mere feet from where he stood, but something inside him protested that it would take too long.
She must have felt the same way; she grabbed his scrubs with both hands and, rather than pulling them over his head, tore them from him. The flimsy fabric yielded easily, baring his chest to her.
She broke off the kiss and, grinning, was about to say something when she took a look at his chest and sucked in a breath. Brett looked down at himself, only now remembering what he’d seen while getting dressed.
“Does it hurt?” Lisa asked, her fingers hovering above the curved scar on his lower stomach.
Brett shook his head.
“Not really. I mean, I felt it when you were against me, but it wasn’t pain. It feels mostly healed already.”
“It’ll scar,” she murmured, maybe more to herself than to him. “It happened before you were turned, so it won’t go away completely.”
Her throat moved as she swallowed hard before adding even more quietly, “We almost lost you today.”
Cupping her face, he made her look up again.
“It’s not how we’d planned it,” he said, “but we’re still together. That’s what matters, right?”
At the moment he asked it, he realized how much he needed to hear her confirm it. They’d never decided who, of her and Leo, would be his Sire, but the choices they would have made together had been taken from them. Did it change anything?
“Nothing matters other than that,” she said, and kissed him again.
The fire that had momentarily cooled down flared again through Brett, consuming his mind but for one thought: he needed to take her, and take her now.
His hands dropped to the fastenings of her leather pants. He made short work of the button and zipper, but he had to break away from the kiss and crouch in front of her to tug the pants down. He loved the way they molded her legs and ass, but wasn’t as fond of how difficult they were to remove.
With a grunt of annoyance, he finally guided them off her. Her panties followed, and, still crouching, he couldn’t help but press a quick kiss to the apex of her legs
But a quick kiss wasn’t enough, not when the smell of her desire enveloped him, as heady as incense…
Trimmed curls hid her sex, but, with an encouraging hum, she parted her legs a little, and he leaned forward and lapped between her legs. Lisa’s hands cupped the back of his head, simply resting there for a moment as he tasted the delicious nectar of her need. It wasn’t quite as wonderful as blood on his tongue, but it was close.
“Enough,” Lisa said, almost gasping the word. “I want your cock. Please.”
Brett was all too happy to oblige her.
Getting back to his feet, he tried to undo the tiny buttons of her blouse, but his hands shook too much. He gave her a look, and she just had time to say, “Don’t you dare,” before he’d tugged on the blouse, causing the buttons to pop off.
“Not again,” she protested, but the fire in her eyes still burned brightly.
“I’ll get you a new one,” he promised, resting his hands on her hips. “I’ll get you a dozen. I’ll—”
His promises were lost against her mouth as he kissed her again and guided her backwards. Two steps, and she was against the table. He hoisted her onto it, and she drew him between her legs, one of her hands already dropping to his cock.