Bound In Sin (A Vampire/Werewolf Romance) (4 page)

Vampires didn’t scar. Those marks…she must have
gotten them while she was still human.

He knelt on the marble tile so that his eyes were
level with hers.  “What happened to you?”

She bit her lip and glanced away.  Then, voice
whisper-soft, Paige said, “Nothing that matters now.”

Every single thing about her mattered. 

He put his hand on her shoulder, being careful not to
touch the bloody wound. She still flinched.

Because he’d hurt her…or because he’d touched her?
She’d once begged for his touch.  But that had been long
ago.

Another damn life.

Locking his back teeth, Drake gritted, “Why aren’t
you healing?”

She shrugged and still didn’t look him in the
eyes.

He reached behind her and yanked on the water in the
shower. The water thundered out in a hot rush and steam began to
drift in the air.  He didn’t worry about another attack
interrupting them, not then. He’d put extra guards on sentry duty.
The vamps wouldn’t be getting close again.

They’d just be dying soon.

“Too much blood loss can kill a vamp.” He knew
because he’d killed his share that way before. A slow, painful
death.  Some folks deserved that kind of death.

Some didn’t.

The vamps who’d killed his family? They’d deserved
every single moment of agony that he’d given to them. 

“It’s almost stopped bleeding,” she told him. “I’ll
be all right.” She glanced toward the water. 

He put his hand on the curve of her waist. “You need
blood.” No way to get around that. She’d been hurt, and she’d bled
too much. For a vamp to get her strength back and heal, she’d need
to drink.

“Yeah, well…” She gave a rough laugh that was nothing
like the light, happy peal she’d once had, “Something tells me that
wolves don’t exactly keep extra blood bags around for the vamp
company that comes calling.”

No, they didn’t.

But if she needed blood…his gaze locked on her mouth.
Her full lips.  Her white teeth. Her delicate fangs.

A vampire bite is hell. Agony. Pain and
degradation.

How many times had he heard that line from other
wolves?
Too many.
 

So why was he even thinking about offering her his
throat?

Because it’s her.  And because she saved
your ass out there.
No matter what else she might be doing or
planning, Paige had stopped the vamp from firing that silver into
his heart.  A few more inches to the right, and Drake knew he
would’ve been dead.

She’d saved him and wasn’t that worth a few drops of
blood?

He caught her chin. Lifted her head. Her gaze found
his, finally. The water flowed behind her, and that steam heated
the air.  “Take from me,” he told her. When an alpha gave an
order, that order was obeyed. No question.

Her brow furrowed. “Um, take what?”

He caught her fingers–damn, her skin was soft–and
lifted them to his throat.  “
Take.”
He could handle
this for a few minutes.  He’d lock down his mind. Pretend he
wasn’t being used as food and–

She snatched her hand back. Horror had her green eyes
widening. “I can’t!” 

She sure as hell could.  “You’ve got the fangs,
sweet, just sink them in.”  Not like this was her first bite.
She must have bled plenty of humans in her time.
Bastards.

Without blood, vamps would turn to dust.

But she was shaking her head at him. “I-I’ll just
take a quick shower and wash up. I’ll heal soon, and everything
will be–”

Well, damn, didn’t she want his blood? Now he was
starting to feel insulted. “Drink from me.” Her whole body was
shaking. She needed blood.
Take it.

He wasn’t gonna sit there while she got weaker. He
could help her. Her fangs would sink into his flesh, and she’d feed
on him.  The other wolves would think he was insane for
offering his neck to her. So what? Screw them.

This was for her.

Only she was still shaking her head and looking like
he’d just shoved a snake at her face. “I
can’t.”

“You got something against shifter blood?” 
Which wouldn’t make a bit of sense. Paranormals had blood that was
far more powerful than that of humans. 

And vamps were always about power.

Her gaze dropped to his throat. He saw her eyes
widen. Saw the flicker of raw hunger on her face.  She wanted
his blood. No missing that.

Why wasn’t she taking it?

“Y-you don’t…understand…” Her gaze was still on his
neck. “Drinking is…”

His hands curled around her waist. “I don’t want to
hear about all the men you’ve tasted.” Because he’d just want to
give those jerkoffs a whole world of hurt.
Her mouth, on
them
.  His beast roared.
Kill.
“Just…do
it.” 

Her laughter held a wild edge. “You’re not listening
to me! I
can’t!”
Her voice dropped as she confessed,
“Because I never have before.”

What the hell? 

The words were a lie. They had to be. Drake’s hands
tightened on her. “You’re a vamp.  You have to drink to
survive.”

“Not from a live s-source.”  Her lips quivered.
“I’ve never…When I drink, I-I use blood bags. I don’t take from
people! Not directly.”

He frowned at her. He’d heard the rumors and whispers
about some vamps going all bite-free and trying to blend better
with the rest of the world.  A newer, more human-friendly
vamp. 

He’d thought those stories were bullshit.

The vamps who’d attacked him tonight sure hadn’t been
the blending variety. 

“Just…give me a few minutes,” Paige told him. 
She pulled away. Stripped off the rest of her clothes–
sweet
hell–
then stepped into the huge shower with its curtain of
steam.  “I’ll be okay.”

The hell she would.

She was in his home, back with him, and he was
supposed to just stand back while she needed?

His jaw clenched as he gritted out, “We don’t have
blood bags.”  Why would they? It wasn’t like werewolves
entertained vamps.  No blood bags on the premises, and there
wasn’t any damn way to get them right then.

Her body slid beneath the pounding water. Paige
sighed softly and the sound was like a stroke right over his
cock.

As she turned beneath the spray, letting the water
pour down her back, her eyes began to drift closed. Did she really
think he was just gonna walk away?  He hadn’t bothered to put
on a shirt when he’d raced outside. No shirt, no shoes.  Just
a pair of jeans stained with blood. His hands went to the snap.

When his zipper eased down with a hiss, her eyelids
flew back open.

Ah, heard that, did you?
A vamp’s hearing
was
almost
as good as a shifter’s.

Almost.

“Drake?”

He loved the way she whispered his name.

He dropped the jeans and stepped into the shower.
Then he positioned his body near hers. “You’re drinking from me.”
He’d be her first at this, just as he’d been the first to take her
body. 

But she shook her head. “I don’t want to hurt
you.”

“You won’t.” He pulled her against him. The water
covered them both. Washing away the blood and death.  Drake
tilted his head to the side.  His fingers curled around her
chin, and he pulled her toward him. “Just start with a kiss.”

Her lips feathered over his skin.

His cock hardened even more–and the damn thing had
already been swollen with need.

Her tongue slid out and licked the side of his neck.
The small touch sent a rush of hot need surging through him.

He was supposed to be suffering through this. 
Giving her sustenance, nothing more.  Dealing with the pain of
her bite–

Only there wasn’t any pain yet.

Only pleasure. 

“I-I
can’t,”
she told him again and tried to
pull away.

Fuck that.

His hands locked tighter around her. He pushed her
back, caging her against the tiled wall of the shower.  Then
his mouth took hers.

He knew one thing about vampires and their
bloodlust…sex and blood were always tied for the vamps.

Sex and blood.

Her mouth opened beneath his.  She kissed him
back with a hunger to match his.  If this was her when she was
weak…

He couldn’t wait to see her when Paige was back at
full strength.

His tongue slipped into her mouth. Tasted. 
Enjoyed the moan that rose in the back of her throat.

His cock thrust eagerly toward her, pushing hard
because he damn well wanted to be inside of her.

Would be…
soon
.

His breath heaved out when he lifted his head. “Drink
from me.”

The edge of her fangs glistened behind her slick
lips.

Drake lifted his hand to his throat.  His claws
were out, and he sliced a thin line down the side of his throat.
The better to tempt his little vamp.

The darkness of her pupils expanded in her eyes.
“
Drake.”

“I want you to drink from me.”

Her gaze was on the blood that dripped down his
throat. Her fangs were lengthening.  “Don’t…don’t let me hurt
you.”

What was a little pain?  Sometimes, it could
even make the pleasure sweeter.  He’d learned that lesson long
ago, but he just told her, “You won’t.” 

Her mouth went back to his throat. Kissed the skin.
Sucked lightly along his flesh.

Damn.
He held onto his control with every
ounce of strength he had.  But her body was wet, soft, and
smooth. Her silken legs rubbed against his. Her breasts–tight with
those pebbled nipples–pushed into his chest.

Then she licked at the blood on his throat.

His teeth ground together. His cock was so aroused
that he felt like he’d erupt any minute.

Only in her.

She moaned low in her throat and licked him again.
Again.  She sucked his flesh once more, and he felt the score
of her teeth on him.

Okay, this is it. She’ll slice into me, but it
won’t last long and–

And her teeth sank into him.

Fuck, fuck,
fuck!

This wasn’t about pain and degradation. This wasn’t
about a vamp’s bite tearing and slicing prey.

It was about pleasure.

Because that was all he could feel then. A white-hot
burst of pleasure that seemed to fill his veins and course through
his body.  So much pleasure that his control shattered in an
instant. There was no holding back.

There was only…Paige. 

He lifted her up against that tiled wall. Spread her
legs.

Her mouth was still on him, lips, tongue, teeth…

His fingers slid over her core.  Pushed inside
her sex.  So wet. So hot.  She clamped down on him and
held tight.

The water thundered down over him. Steam surrounded
them.

In her.

He positioned his cock. Stroked over her clit. 
Loved her ragged moan.

The head of his cock pressed into her. Her sex
stretched, straining around him. He wanted to see her, wanted to
pull back–

But he couldn’t.

Drake drove into her as deep and as hard as he could.
And it was just like he remembered. Tight. Hot. Heaven.

He pulled back. Thrust deep. Again and again. 
He lifted her up, positioning her so that she had to take all that
he gave her. There was no hiding or holding back, not for either of
them.

His fingers kept stroking over her clit. The way he
knew she liked. The way that would make her–

Scream.

Paige lifted her mouth from his neck. Her eyes were
wide, wild, and her lips were flushed red. The scream of pleasure
slipped past those red lips even as he felt the contractions of her
orgasm around his cock. 

So good.

He kept thrusting.  Faster. Harder. Rougher.

The wolf liked it rough.

So did the man.

She wrapped her legs around his hips.  Wrapped
her arms around his shoulders. 

And she kissed him.

This time, the pleasure was his. A deep, wrenching
pleasure that washed over him as he climaxed inside of her. The
release blinded him and fucking seemed to gut him as it went on and
on, hollowing out his body.

When the climax ended, he didn’t release her.

Because he wasn’t letting her go, not ever
again. 

Dawn didn’t bring light.  The polar night had
come to Alaska weeks before, and now they were lucky if even a
faint twilight would brighten the day.

Just darkness. And more darkness to come.

It was the kind of darkness most vampires loved.

Paige knew that she had never been like most
vampires. Hell, she wasn’t even a particularly good vampire.

After dressing, she carefully crept toward the
bedroom door. When she’d opened her eyes, she’d been alone. The
sheets beside her had been cold. 
Alone.

It wasn’t like she’d expected Drake to stay with her,
just holding her in those quiet hours. Cuddle time wasn’t so big
with vamps and werewolves, she got that.

But had the guy really needed to haul ass so
quickly?  Would it have killed him to just stay with her for a
little while?

Her hand pressed against the wood of the closed door.
She could still taste Drake on her tongue.

And feel him between her legs.

The sex had been as good as she remembered. Actually,
way better than good. Drake had always been one fantastic lover
and–

Someone was screaming.

The screams tore through the house, echoing, and her
body tensed in instant response.

She’d screamed before, for Drake, but those screams
had been about pleasure. This time, the cries filling the air were
from pain.

Paige yanked open the door. The screams and yells and
shouts to “Stop!” had her racing down the hallway.

Faster, faster she went. She bounded down the stairs,
taking three at a time, and Paige realized could she smell
blood.