The Last True Vampire(9)

Michael shifted, cupping her ass with his free hand. Claire couldn’t help the gasp that escaped her lips as he hoisted her up as though she weighed nothing and braced her back against the wall. She really had no choice but to wrap her legs around his waist, and when her core brushed up against the erection straining against the fly of his high-priced designer slacks every nerve in her body ignited with awareness. His gaze burned with desire and a lucidity that frightened her. Maybe he wasn’t as high as she’d given him credit for.

So much for being the hunter. Claire had a feeling that she’d just become his prey.





CHAPTER

3

Not human. How could she be? The thought resounded over and again in Michael’s mind as he fought to maintain an ounce of self-control. A vampire had never been tethered by a human as far as he knew. It simply wasn’t possible. And yet his soul burned bright at his center, filling the endless void. He wanted to strip her naked and lay her out on the floor. Run his nose over every inch of her exposed flesh and hold her scent in his lungs before he fucked her. A scrap of memory buffeted his subconscious, not his memory, though it belonged to him just the same. It spurred an instinct that he couldn’t fight: an urge to take this female, sink his fangs into her throat, drink of her, claim her body, and make her his forever. To turn her.#p#分页标题#e#

Impossible.

And yet he was frozen in place, unable to tear himself away from her. In fact, merely using her and walking away seemed too great a feat. And why would he? Their souls were tethered. It could all be a lie, though. Perhaps the instinct he thought he felt was merely an echo of memory brought on by his recent feeding. It would pass, as would the madness he felt for this human. He was kidding himself if he believed she was anything but mundane. Once he took her vein, the spell would be broken.

He lifted her in his arms and pinned her against the wall. She wrapped her long legs around his waist and he rolled into her hips, his cock so hard it ached. His bite would give her pleasure, but perhaps she would want more? He’d like nothing more than to fuck her while he drank from her, and he doubted anyone would notice if he yanked her jeans down around her thighs and took her right here against the wall.

It had been so long since he’d felt the tight warmth of a female’s soft flesh.

Her lips parted as though in a silent moan, and Michael’s stomach clenched with lust. Her eyes were wide, limpid pools of amber and her warm golden hair cascaded over her shoulders in straight, silky sheets. Her skin was delicate porcelain, so refreshing in this city of fake, painted-on tans. He let go of her hip and traced his thumb over a jagged scar on her left temple, just above her brow, and a predatory growl rumbled in his chest. He’d kill whoever deigned to harm her.

She reached up and caught his hand in hers, bringing it to her lips. When the heat of her mouth made contact with his skin, the low rumble intensified, and she smiled.

“I’ve never made a man purr before,” she said in a voice as smooth and rich as fresh cream. “I kind of like it.”

How could a human hear anything over the sound of the music and roar of the crowd? Then again, did he really care? She laid his palm flat against her ribs and guided him down her torso and back to her waist. A slow, secretive smile crept onto her lips as she pulled his hand away from her body, but only for a moment as she slipped it beneath the hem of her shirt. The skin-on-skin contact spurred him past reason and he pressed his body against hers as he seized her mouth in a desperate kiss.

She threaded her fingers through his hair, fisting the locks as she held him tightly to her. Her tongue thrust into his mouth, and if the scent of her could snap his restraint, the sweetness of her lips was enough to send him to the brink of insanity. As though she was as starved for him as he was for her, she slanted her mouth across his, her kisses bordering on violent, as if a lifetime had separated them and she was punishing him for withholding himself from her for so long. In his fervor, one fang nicked her bottom lip and the taste of her blood on his tongue sent him toppling over the ledge of his meager control.

Ah, gods! He pulled away from her mouth with a lustful snarl, grinding his cock against her sex as he buried his face against her throat. She arched into him, a low moan issuing from her lips as he latched on to her vein and sank his fangs into her flesh.

“Michael!”

She cried out as he pierced her skin, clinging desperately to him as she held his head to her throat. But that was not the name he wanted on her lips, not the Americanized version of his name he’d adopted, but his true name, the name the slayer had stolen the night the bastard tried to put his existence to an end once and for all. Her blood flowed warm and thick into his mouth and Michael held her fast as he took her vein. She was unlike anything he’d ever tasted: sweet and intoxicating. As the frenzy swept him up, Michael shoved his free hand between them, tearing at the button on her jeans and forcing the metal zipper down until he had no choice but to rip the heavy denim to get to what he wanted.#p#分页标题#e#