A brief sting flicked her lower lip and then his tongue was there, soothing the ache. “You’re delicious, Wren. My little bird.”
“H-how do you know my name?” She needed to stay coherent. His very presence was distracting her from the fucked-upped-ness of the situation. “Who are you? Why am I here? Pixies?”
She was still stuck on the pixies thing. If they existed (and she still wasn’t convinced they were real) weren’t they supposed to be all friendly like fairies and Tinkerbell? Who’d ever heard of evil, cute flying things?
“Your wallet.” Another nip. “Griffin.” A gentle lick and she shivered. “Because I want you here.” A scrape of his fang on her jaw. “And, yes, pixies.”
Griffin, his name was Griffin.
And the sinfully sexy Griffin continued his journey south, nuzzling her neck and nibbling her vulnerable skin. Arousal and fear warred within her as his mouth moved over her, tongue tracing the contours of her body.
Goosebumps followed in his wake and he continued his travels, dipping lower and trailing over the mounds of her breasts.
Wren sifted her fingers through his hair and fisted the strands, stilling his progress. “Wait. This isn’t right…it’s not…I don’t…”
Griffin licked her skin then blew cool air over the damp surface. “What isn’t right, little bird?” His hands came into play then, cupping the fullness of her breasts, thumbs tracing her nipples. “This? It feels good, doesn’t it? Don’t you want me to make you feel good?”
“But…” He pinched her hard nubs between thumb and forefinger, plucking the flesh in time with his licks over his chest. “Why am I acting this way?”
“Let me have you, sweet Wren.” His voice was a whisper and she barely heard him over her panting breaths.
Wren wanted him to have her, to fulfill the promises he was making with his talented hands, his sensuous lips. “This isn’t me.”
“I healed you little bird. You were wounded by the pixies and I gave you my blood to save you from their poison.”
He kneaded her breasts and she squirmed, body growing hotter with every moment that passed. No, not just her body, his as well. As if the seductive vampire absorbed her heat and increased their shared warmth.
“That’s why I want you?”
Griffin raised his head, brushing his lips—his warm lips—across hers in a gentle caress. “Perhaps.”
“And that’s why you want me?”
He kissed her harder then, tongue delving between her lips and sweeping into her mouth. Hard and fast, he attacked her then disappeared as quickly as he’d pounced.
“No, sweet Wren. I want you because you’re a lush beauty, pure and shining in my dark world. You’re a beacon, little bird. My very own bird of fire. Now shhh… Let me come to you.”
Wren let go. Fuck it. If her delusion had been real and not, well, a delusion, she truly had been injured badly, blood trailing over her face and down her arms. She did vaguely remember him caring for her in the alley, a flash of fangs as she drifted in and out of consciousness…a cut lip…teeth buried in her neck…
Tomorrow, she’d blame the blood for her slutastic behavior. Tomorrow.
“Yes.” She flicked her tongue out and stole her first taste of him. Sweet, coppery mint exploded across her taste buds and she moaned against his mouth, delved deeper for more. She remembered the flavor of him and how delicious it’d been when he’d slid his teeth into her neck.
Griffin returned her gentle assault, twining his tongue with hers. She stroked and tasted, sought out more of his cooled essence.
Restless, she let her hands wander, slide over the soft fabric covering him, tugging and pulling at his clothing until the vampire broke their kiss. “Easy, Wren. Let me help.”
Whimpering at his absence, she watched as he drew his shirt over his head then stood and divested himself of his pants, leaving him gloriously naked.
Really. Glorious. Or, O-M-G-hawtness. Both worked.
Wren licked her lips, mind whirling with ideas of what she could do to, and with, the man before her. She wanted to trace each of his muscles with her tongue, lap at the delicious lines at his hips and suck his cock into her mouth until he came.
Only, she didn’t get the chance.
Nope. With her mind focused on what she’d like to do, Griffin went into action. The sheet covering her body was whipped aside, baring her to the cool room.
No. Bad vamp.
Squealing, she plastered her hands on her body, unsure of what she’d like to cover first. She loved her body. Okay, she loved parts of her body. The parts covered with clothes, sucked in and tucked in spandex-y fabric so that her waist dipped in and breasts were pushed high. She had it, so she flaunted it. Very, very carefully and on her terms.