Lover Avenged(148)

“Is that a bad thing?”

“Not. At. All.”

As he paused to lick at one of her breasts, she undulated, and he felt the movement against his own body. By now, he was used to sensation breaking through his numb fog, and he relished the echoing warmth and friction, no longer concerned that his bad side might break out of its dopamine cage. Even though what registered wasn’t as sharp as what he felt when he was unmedicated, it was enough so that his body became undeniably aroused.

Rehv couldn’t believe it, but there were a number of times when he thought he might orgasm. Between her taste as he lollipopped her sex and the way her hips rocked into the mattress, he nearly lost it.

Except it was better to keep his cock out of the picture. Seriously, how was that going to work: I’m not impotent, miracle of miracles, because you’ve triggered my marking instinct, so the vampire in me wins out over the symphath. Yay! Of course, this means you have to deal with my barb, along with where that piece of meat hanging between my legs has been on a regular basis for the last twenty-five years. But come on, that’s hot, right.

Yeah, he was in a big hurry to put Ehlena in that position.

Riiiiiiight.

Besides, this was enough for him. To pleasure her, to serve her sexually, was enough-

“Rehv…?”

He looked up from her breast. Given the husky tone in her voice and the erotic glaze in her eyes, he was prepared to agree to anything.

“Yes?” He licked at her nipple.

“Open your mouth for me.”

He frowned, but did as she said, wondering why-

Ehlena reached out and touched one of his fully extended canines. “You said you liked pleasing me, and it shows. These are so long…and sharp…and white…”

As she moved her thighs together like all of the above was turning her on, he knew where this was headed. “Yeah, but-”

“So it would please me if you used them on me. Now.”

“Ehlena-”

The special glow started to leave her face. “Do you have something against my blood?”

“God, no.”

“So why don’t you want to feed from me.” Sitting up, she put a pillow over her breasts, her strawberry blond hair falling down and shielding her face. “Oh. Right. Did you already feed from…her?”

“Christ, no.” He’d rather suck blood out of a lesser. Fuck that, he’d drink out of the bloated carcass of a deer at the side of a highway before he’d take the vein of the princess.

“You don’t take her vein?”

He looked Ehlena dead in the eyes and shook his head. “I do not. And I never will.”

Ehlena sighed and swept her hair back. “I’m sorry. I don’t know if I have the right to ask those kinds of questions.”

“You do.” He took her hand. “You totally do. It’s not…that you can’t ask…”

As his words dangled, his worlds slammed into each other, all kinds of rubble falling around him. Sure, she could ask…he just couldn’t answer her.

Or could he?

“You are the one I want,” he said simply, sticking with as much truth as he could reveal. “You are the only one I want to be in.” He shook his head, realizing what he’d said. “With. I mean, with. Look, about the feeding. Do I want it from you? Fuck, yes. But-”

“Then there is no but.”

The hell there wasn’t. He had a feeling he was going to mount her if he took her vein. His cock was ready even now, and they were only talking about it.

“This is enough for me, Ehlena. Pleasing you is enough.”

She frowned. “Then you must have some problem with my background.”

“I’m sorry?”

“Do you think my blood’s weak? Because for what it’s worth, I can trace my line well into the aristocracy. My father and I may have fallen on hard times, but for generations and most of his life, we were members of the glymera.” As Rehv winced, she got up off the bed, using the pillow to shield herself. “I don’t know exactly where your people descend from, but I can assure you, what is in my veins is acceptable.”

“Ehlena, that’s not the point.”

“You sure about that?” She went over to where he’d taken her clothes off. The panties and the bra went on first, and then she picked up her black slacks.

He couldn’t fathom why serving his blood need was so important to her-because what could possibly be in it for her? But maybe that was the divide between them. She wasn’t hardwired to take advantage of people, so her calculus wasn’t locked on what she got out of things. To him, even when it came to pleasuring her, he was getting something tangible back: Watching her writhe under his mouth made him feel powerful and strong, a real male, not some sexless, sociopathic monster.