Heat scorched her cheeks when she realized that she clung white knuckled to his pants, which were still half way down his thighs. Avoiding his gaze, as well as other parts of his anatomy, she dropped to her haunches and took his jeans down to his ankles. He stepped out of the fabric. Zane rocked and took a shuffling step backwards. She sprang up, just managing to catch hold of him before he fell.
“Damned poison has done a job on me.” His eyes were scrunched shut.
“I’ll help you.”
He nodded once, clearly not used to being at the mercy of another. Zane put his arm around her. Tanya glanced down at her cashmere sweater. His eyes were still closed. Damn it, she wasn’t going to ruin the garment. They shuffled to the vast cubicle and he leaned against one of the glass windows for support. Tanya took the opportunity to peel off the sweater, throwing it a safe distance away. Her jeans could handle the water, there was no way in hell she was taking those off. She turned the faucets on, squealing as freezing water hit her square in the chest. With a quick adjustment of the showerhead, she breathed a sigh of relief. Cold showers were so not her thing. When she turned to face Zane, his eyes were focused on her chest in untethered…hunger. So feral she had to stop herself from taking a step back. His cock jutted from his body. Heavy, seeking, it had her blood heating.
“Um…I thought you were on death’s door.”
“Sweetness, you’re like the water of life to a dying man. If I was just a little bit stronger I’d take you right now.” Zane swayed, having to use his hands on the glass to keep from falling. “I need you to get the water as hot as possible.”
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Zane tried hard not to focus on her lush breasts. He’d never seen cleavage so deep. Had never wanted to bury himself into a female more than in this minute. Her nipples were tight buds against the shear white fabric of her bra. Pink smudges on deep curves had his mouth filling with drool. His focus blurred reminding him that he was in no condition to be thinking along these lines. Pain throbbed across his shoulder shooting down his limbs like scorching heat through a flame thrower.
When the water steamed, he angled himself under the steady stream. “I need you to reopen the wound.”
She stepped into him, those hard little nipples abrading his chest. A wave of vertigo had him clutching her shoulder for support.
“How?”
“Use your fingers.”
“Oh my God. You are so going to owe me for this one.”
Zane had closed his eyes but could hear that she meant every word. He felt his lips pull into a smile. “Do not worry sweetness, I will repay you the favor tenfold.” He circled his thumb on her satiny skin.
Not for the first time since meeting her, he smelled the intoxicating scent of her arousal.
“Whatever,” she mumbled. “What should I use, how—”
“Stick your fingers into the wound …both sides.”
The female made an incredulous noise but moved to his side. A better angle to do as he had instructed. Her chest heaved against him. The smell of arousal was replaced with…fear.
“I don’t want to hurt you, Zane.”
He forced his eyes open and turned his head to face her. Large eyes that seemed to be made of melted chocolate stared back at him. For the barest second he forgot what he wanted to say. His need to fuck her was obviously affecting him.
“Do it,” he bit out harsher then he intended.
Her eyes darted from the wound on the one side of his shoulder to the one on the other. Her hands held a slight tremor. “Here goes.”
Zane bit down hard. Any more of this and he’d surely crack his molars. She pushed her little fingers deep into both wounds. White, hot pain seared through him. Just when he thought she must be done, she scissored her fingers further tearing the wound. He greatly admired her bravery. The human females that he had encountered were usually weak, timid creatures. Based on experience, she had to be flawed in some way. It was just a matter of time before this became apparent.
Feeling his hot blood pump from the gashes, he angled his shoulder so that the spray from the shower would help prevent the wounds from sealing too quickly. He could already feel some of his strength returning. Vampires healed quickly and it wasn’t long before he felt his flesh begin to knit. There was only one thing that would help him more at this point.
Blood.
Zane needed to drink. His fangs extended at the thought. The female’s delicious scent wasn’t helping things.
“Wash me.”
“No freaking way. Just who do you think I am?” Her voice came out in an angry rush, but another intoxicating burst of arousal filled the small space. His fangs throbbed and he felt his dick begin to fill. Damned if he could stop it. He didn’t like the lack of control though.