She knew she should say no. Hand him the cooler of blood and walk back to her car. But he was just too damn hot to turn down, especially the way his hair curled just below his ears. What was a little nibble anyway?
She took that last step unto the porch. “A little nibble.”
His smile spread across his face all the way to his eyes. Adding a little crinkle around the edges. “Let’s go inside beside the fire. At least enjoy the warmth.” He reached out his hand. She grasped it and followed him inside. High end stainless steel appliance grace on wall in a very modern kitchen while a rustic large roaring fire on the opposite wall. Deep couches framed the large fire place. Heat radiated from it, warming the chill off her cheeks.
She unzipped her jacket and slipped it off. She keep her gaze on the fire, anything but on the partially nude vampire beside her. But when he brushed up against her, she couldn’t resist a peek at his chiseled body. This was no gym rat body, but one of a hard-working-do-it-yourself man. Rough palms, strong biceps, and broad shoulders to kiss.
“May I?” He asked tilting her chin up, meeting his gaze.
“Yes.” Sarah croaked out. “Yes.”
His head bent, his breath moving over her chin. She mentally told her self to calm down, but her body was on fire. There was something about this vampire. He was beyond her every expectations.
His lips dragged along her pulse, back and forth. His lips hovered, teased. She wanted to scream, plead even for him to bite her. But she held her ground. Then his fangs slipped in to her neck. Delicately. Smoothly. She moaned in the pleasure of it. She gripped his shoulders, holding tight as his muscles twitched beneath her fingers. She felt his presence in her head and she smiled. He sent one thought through her body. One image. All heat and fire and as he took a pull on her neck she orgasmed. His rough fingers grasped her around the waist and he held her. He closed his fang marks with his tongue before he walked her to the couch.
“Thank you.” He said. In a blink he was gone and as Sarah blinked again, he handed her a glass of red wine and a good book.
She laughed. Her night ended just the way she wanted it after all.
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Now for an except from my newest release: Intoxication: Addicted to Fang Book 1.
Clothes flew over her head and landed in the pile on the bed
as Ella Hustad struggled to pull the little black miniskirt out of the
bottom of the closet. “Finally,” she mumbled as she stood holding
the slippery little skirt. She pressed the small piece of cloth to her
body and peered at her reflection in the mirror.
“Kate!” Ella shouted through the open door. “I need some
Staccato footsteps clicked down the hallway. “Seriously, you’re
not dressed yet?” Kate Berry said just as she rounded the doorway.
She froze, gasped, then turned around.
Ella caught a glance of her normal bar outfit of stilettos, short
shorts, and a black tank top with the words, The Bar stitched across
her generous breasts. Her long blond hair sat in a high ponytail that
swished from side to side.
“You could have warned me you’re naked. Damn, Ella. We
need to open The Bar now, and you don’t have a thing on!”
Ella dropped the skirt, picked up the floor fan, and held it up to
her breasts. “You don’t understand. I’m burning up. Like it’s summer with no air conditioning.”
Sighing, Kate moved into the room, pushed the clothes off the
corner of the bed, and sat on the edge. She darted a glance at Ella
before she searched the mound on the bed, then pulled out a silver
tank top and threw it in Ella’s direction. “Do you feel sick?”
“No, but my skin is crawling. I have more energy than should
be legal. Hell, I killed the batteries in my dildo again.” Ella pulled
on the tank and looked down. “I feel like I’m going to explode,
like I’m in heat or something.”
“Again.” Kate rolled her eyes. “And you’re acting like you
were you biologically induced with feline hormones or paranormal
“You never know.” Ella grabbed the skirt from the floor and
tugged it on. “Maybe I have X-files imprinted in my DNA.”
“Right.” Kate grabbed the hairspray from the dresser, and
moved toward Ella.