Immortal Unchained(19)

Domitian frowned. "Why would he-?" The words stopped on a gurgle as she suddenly held the bag over his mouth and punctured it with the knife, sending a torrent of the thick liquid splashing into his open mouth and onto his face.

Swallowing the mouthful he'd first got, he turned his head to the side to avoid the flow and snapped, "What the hell are you doing?" as the liquid now continued to pour out over the side of his head.

"Trying to feed you," she said with exasperation. Catching him firmly by the chin, she tried to force his head back to its original position. "Open your mouth."

Domitian resisted at first, but then conscious of the wasted blood, let his head roll back and opened his mouth for the blood to flow in. The liquid was running too swiftly though. He tried to keep up with it, but ended up choking and coughing, sending a good portion of the liquid shooting out over the woman's face and chest.

"You guys are messy eaters," she muttered with disgust, tossing the bag aside the moment it was empty and reaching for another.

Domitian ground his teeth and growled, "This is not how we feed."

"Oh?" She stopped with the bag and knife over his mouth and raised an eyebrow. "How do you feed, then?"

"Unchain me and I will feed myself," he said at once.

That brought a snort from her luscious lips. "Yeah, right, buddy. If I unchain you, it isn't gonna happen until you've had at least four bags of this stuff. I have no intention of being your breakfast."

Domitian scowled. "We do not feed on-"

"Yeah, yeah," she interrupted. "You have rules against feeding off mortals and yada yada. Well, forgive me, but I'm a cop and know a lot of rule breakers. I have no intention of taking chances here. So tell me how to feed you properly or I'm gonna slice this bag like I did the last one and feed you that way." 

They glared at each other briefly and then Domitian sighed. "I let my teeth out and you pop the bag to them," he said grimly, and then reluctantly cautioned, "But not too hard or the bag will rupture and splash everywhere. And not too lightly or my teeth won't puncture it."

"Right. Not too hard, and not too light," she said with a roll of the eyes. And then she lowered the knife and said, "Okay, so get your fangs out. We don't have all day here."

Domitian spared a moment to glare at her. He had no idea who she was, but she was definitely a bossy bit of goods . . . and ridiculously sexy in that damned nightgown. Cursing under his breath, he opened his mouth. His fangs had been trying to slide out since she'd entered the room, bringing the scent of blood with her, but he'd forced them to stay where they were. Now he let them slide forward. The woman watched with fascination, and then slapped the bag to his mouth.

They both released a relieved little sigh when it landed properly, sliding onto his fangs without bursting. Domitian relaxed then, his gaze sliding over her as he waited for his fangs to drain the bag. There were splashes of blood on her cheek and neck now, but it pretty much coated her pretty breasts both above the gown's neckline as well as through the frail cloth itself. He found himself wishing he could lick it away for her. The thought was a rather shocking one for a man who hadn't thought about sex in centuries, at least not in regards to anyone but the life mate out there waiting for him to claim her.

Shocking enough in fact to clear Domitian's thinking a bit and make him realize that he should have taken control of the woman and made her unchain him the moment she'd entered the room. That had his gaze rising to her forehead so that he could focus on her thoughts and take control.

Only he couldn't.

Coming up against a blank wall in her mind, Domitian regathered himself and tried again, but it was no good. He couldn't read this woman.

For a moment Domitian was too shocked to think anything, but then his brain began to screech.

Dear God! She was another life mate! After all these millennia alone, he now had two women to choose from; his sweet little Sarita and this . . . creature.

Domitian's gaze skated to her breasts again as a surfeit of possibilities began to fill his mind. The most interesting one was the thought of two life mates in his bed. He had some trouble picturing his sweet Sarita naked and in his bed at that moment, but he could see this one there, her hair a wild mass on the pillow, her eyes sleepy with desire, her mouth open on a moan rather than pursed with irritation or displeasure and her breasts glistening with blood as they were now.

If the bag hadn't been in the way, Domitian would have licked his lips as he gazed at them. They were lovely. Large and full like ripe melons waiting to be plucked from the vine. And her nipples, he breathed out slowly through his nose as he focused on her nipples, noticing that they were growing hard before his eyes.