"How do you do it?"
"Do what?"
"Feed," I said.
He grinned. "Your mind amazes me, Piper. It flits from one
subject to the next. Do you ever find peace?"
I shrugged. He was avoiding my question with one of his
own. "How?"
"If I tell you, do you promise not to run in horror?"
Good question. What if he showed me something repulsive
like the fangs of a snake? I'd seen Gage's fangs, but what
if they were little because he was a baby vamp? What if
they kept growing? Would I be able to look at him the same
again? "Yes. I promise."
"Give me your wrist."
I tentatively stretched my arm out, wrist up. He kept hold
of my hand and raised it to his face.
I wrenched it back to cradle against my chest, "I didn't
say you could feed on me."
"Piper, I would not feed from you without your permission.
Trust me."
"No tasting either."
He shook with suppressed laughter. "I promise."
I stretched my arm back out to him and once again he raised
it to his face. This time, he ran his nose along the vein
running up my wrist, tickling me whenever he brushed my
skin, but it was a tickle I wanted to continue forever.
"Open your eyes."
I wasn't even aware they'd drifted shut. My lids flickered
open and my eyes met the blue flame flickering behind his.
"What?"
"Watch." He opened his mouth. His canine teeth, slightly
longer than before, subtly shifted in his gum line.
"Wow. That was cool. Can you make them go up and down?"
He snapped his teeth together. "I am not a freak for your
entertainment. I do not ask you to touch everyone who
passes to see what kind of life they have lived."
Obviously, I'd struck a nerve. "I'm sorry. I guess I
expected something bigger. Like the fangs of a cobra or
something."
"Well, I am sorry to disappoint you." He turned his face
away from me to hide the pained expression my words had
caused. I grasped his strong chin and turned his face back
toward mine.
"I'm sorry. It was just a little startling, that's all. I
didn't mean to poke fun at you."
He leaned into my hand. His slight stubble scraped along my
palm and I found myself exploring the hard angles of his
face, firm muscle wrapped over steel. I let my hand slide
along his neck to tease the hair curling gently at his
collar. His eyes shut, allowing me the freedom to watch the
emotions shift across his skin.
Dark and strong. Two simple words to describe the
vulnerable strength in this anything-but-simple man. I
craved the taste of him again. Leaning forward, I slid my
parted lips across his. His intake of breath encouraged me
to run the tip of my tongue along the seam of his mouth,
teasing for entry. His eyes opened and I pulled back.
"You were kissing me with your eyes open."
"Yes."
He touched my cheek. "Why?"
"I wanted to watch your face."
"Your honesty, Piper, is what I like most about you." His
hands braced my head and he pulled me back down for another
kiss. This time, he took control and deepened the assault
on my senses. His tongue plunged into my mouth, sliding
along mine and withdrawing only to plunge in again, coating
my taste buds with his minty flavor. He tilted my head for
better access and drove his tongue even deeper. A moan
escaped him, sounding almost like a growl.
I broke away. "Am I hurting you?"
"No. Less talk, more kissing."
"But—"
Talk was overrated, anyway. He leaned deeper into me and
explored my mouth the same way you nibble the cherry out of
a cordial at Christmas. Delicious. When he moved to tease
my jaw with his teeth, I asked, "Slade, will you show me
the other way?"
He had worked down to my neck and a ragged breath escaped
me when he worked the skin between his teeth. My stomach
tightened and a dampness gathered in my panties. "What
other way?"
"You said there were two ways to feed."
His head rose from the crook of my neck and I completely
forgot to breath. The heat in his eyes made my anger look
like a holiday. Fire surged from his body and ate through
my skin. Power. Pure energy. Little sparks darted between
us like one of those static balls at the mall.
"You do not realize what you are asking."
"You won't hurt me, will you?" In my heart, I knew he
wouldn't. He was too gentle, too careful.
"Never."
"Well, show me a little of this so-called addictive
euphoria." Curiosity usually never affected me, but with
him, I wanted to know everything. Knowledge killed
fear. "You give it to strangers—why not me?"
He kissed the pout from my lips and I grinned. Feminine
wiles win again.
"Stand up."
I stood and waited.
"Shut your eyes and turn around."
"Why?"
"Trust me."
"Fine." I snapped my eyes closed and took a leap of faith
by turning around. Several seconds passed before the
rustling of fabric warned me Slade had removed his shirt.
His voice rumbled close to my ear. "Raise your arms."
My arms went into the air as if his voice be-spelled them
somehow. "Why?"
"Would you quit asking that?"
"No."
His soft chuckle made me grin. He tugged my t-shirt clear
of my jeans and I spun around. "Whoa, what are you doing?"
"I want your skin against mine when I do this. It will be
much better this way. I promise."
"Do I look stupid to you?"
"No. You look gorgeous. Now take off your shirt."
"Why?"
"You are most exasperating. You asked me to do this!"
"Why won't you tell me what you're going to do?"
He ran a hand through his dark hair. "Fine. I am removing
your shirt because, if we get carried away, I do not want
blood on your clothes."
"Blood? I didn't say you could feed."
"Piper, this will be good and when it is, you may ask me to
bite you. I will not be able to deny you. If you want to
stop, you had better do it now. I will not be able to
later. Not with you."
"I don't want to stop—I just don't buy your
reasoning."
"Humor me and turn back around. I am trying to be a
gentleman." I gave him my back, feeling vulnerable and
exposed as he drew my shirt over my head. The soft curls on
his chest pressed against me. I leaned back and met the
strong wall of steel.
He tensed and pulled my arms away from my body. "Who did
this?"
I'd forgotten about the deep purple bruising on my upper
arms. "Gage."
"Gage?" He blinked. "He should not have had the strength to
do this on his own. What has that monster done to him?"
I shrugged and would have turned around if Slade's grip
wasn't so tight. His thumbs softly stroked the
bruising. "Does it hurt?"
"Nah. Can we get back to what we were doing? What happens
next?"
He chuckled. "Listen. Listen to air. Listen until you hear
nothing but the air around you."
What did he mean, listen to air? I stood still, listening
to the soft sound of his breath teasing the top of my head.
I was a good foot shorter than he was and felt miniscule
against his mass.
After a few moments of relaxing and listening to nothing, a
soft breeze floated along my skin. With it came the scent
of vanilla. Warm. Inviting. I felt myself sway toward it.
Slade's hard hands caught my upper arms and pulled me
tighter to him.
"Listen," he whispered.
Then I heard it. A bell, soft chimes, ringing in my
ear. "What is it?"
"That is the sound of the power. Now feel it." He placed
his arms around me and engulfed me in his strong embrace.
Heat rushed in, and at first, it was almost painful. Then
came the liquid fire coursing through my veins. Following
the fire, a lust so sinful all rationality fled. I wilted
against him, wanting to feel more of the hardness pressed
against my back.
His breathing shifted. Soft, warm pants tickled my
neck. "Piper, turn around and look at me."
I did as he asked because there was nothing else I wanted
to do. He was my everything at that moment.
"Your eyes..." He held my head tightly in his
palms. "Piper, what are you?"