Love Your Entity(38)

“Let me help,” she automatically said. She didn’t realize she’d been cut as well until a drop of her blood ran along her arm and fell onto his open wound.

“Shit!” He reared away from her as if burned by acid.

There was glass all around them. “Careful.”

“It’s too late,” Ronan said.





Chapter Eleven

Sierra blinked in confusion. “What’s too late? What happened?”

“Your blood mingled with mine,” he said.

She froze. “Does that mean I’m going to turn into a vampire?”

“No. It means there is now a vampire bond between you and me.”

“What’s a vampire bond?”

“We’re linked together.”

“Define linked.”

“It doesn’t happen that often. Usually when a vampire is exposed to human blood we want more.”

“More?”

“More blood. Depending on when we last fed.”

“When did you last feed?” she asked nervously.

“Earlier this evening.”

“Okay, so that’s a good thing, right?”

“Your blood blended with mine.”

“How can you be sure of that?” she said.

“I could feel it.”

“Well, I couldn’t.”

“You will.”

“When?”

“Now.” Ronan leaned forward to kiss her.

His mouth was hot and wet. So was her body. She sucked his lower lip. The taste of him was driving her wild. She was on fire for him. Every cell in her body ached with the need to have his bare skin against hers.

Her hips undulated against his. She could feel his erection pressed against her. She wanted him buried deep within her doing all kinds of wicked things to her.

Reaching down, she tried to unzip his pants.

“No.” Ronan’s voice was rough and unsteady as he put his hand over hers. “This isn’t you. It’s the vamp bond making you act this way.”

Sierra couldn’t believe this was happening to her. Ghosts, vampires, and witches weren’t enough to cope with? Now she turned into a nymphomaniac each time Ronan touched her?

Sure, there had been times in her past when she’d wished she was a little more confident where sex was concerned. Times when she wished she could make the first move and respond without any inhibitions. But those thoughts had all been geared toward having sex with a human male, not a vampire.

Looking for any possible silver lining here, she wondered if this might make her write superhot sex scenes. Ronan had already inspired her to write that last scene against the wall.

No, she couldn’t think that way. She had to find an exit strategy.

“How do you break a vamp bond?” she demanded.

“By having sex,” he said bluntly.

“That’s convenient,” she muttered.

“I’m not having sex with you. The bond keeps you tied to me. You won’t want to leave.”

Damn, Sierra silently swore. He was right. Sort of. Part of her—the tiny sliver of logic left—still wanted to leave. But that tiny inner voice was drowned out by the blare of wanton desire telling her to stay. Ordering her, demanding that she stay.

So she had to stay. Did that mean she had to like it? Absolutely not. “You trapped me! I’ll bet you deliberately broke that mirror so you’d be injured and I’d try to help you.”

“A vampire bond can’t be staged. It has to be a natural rare occurrence.”

“Says you.”

“I don’t make these rules up,” he said.

“How do I know that?”

“You saw your reaction when I kissed you.”

“It could have been a freak—” The rest of her sentence was cut off by his mouth covering hers. An instant later she was in his arms again, and reaching for the zipper on his jeans before he set her aside.

“Okay, so it wasn’t a freak occurrence,” she muttered.

This was so humiliating. It was bad enough wanting to have sex with him when he was just Naked Ronan, but now that they shared a bond it was downright mind-blowing. As in, her mind couldn’t comprehend it while her body welcomed it.

“We need to talk,” he said.

“You think?” She didn’t care if she sounded snarky.

“Not here. Outside.”

As he reached for her coat from a hook by the door, she realized his wound was already healing. Looking down at hers, she saw that it was no longer dripping blood but certainly hadn’t healed the way his had. She rolled down the sleeves of her shirt before putting on her coat.

They took a few steps away from the front porch before he spoke. “I’m trusting you with something very personal. You can’t tell anyone.”

“I know already. You’re a vampire.”