Bite Me by C. C. Wood Read Free Book Online

stubborn pain in the ass. A little miffed, I crossed my arms over my chest.
    “All right,” he murmured. “Watch closely.”
    In the dim light of the street lamps, he leaned forward a little, still facing me, and opened his mouth. I watched in disbelief as his slightly pointer than usual, but normal looking, canines gradually extended until they were twice as long and extremely sharp. It couldn’t be real. It had to be a trick.
    I met his eyes, forcing myself not to flinch when I realized they were glowing the way they had the night we met. Glowing as though the light was coming from within Conner himself. I raised a hand, moving slowly so he could see my intention. Very lightly I touched the tip of my finger to one of his fangs. I must have pressed harder than I intended because I felt a sharp pain and saw blood beading on my fingertip.
    “Ouch,” I hissed.
    I was about to pull my hand away when Conner’s lips closed around my finger. His tongue slid across the wound as he sucked. I felt chills erupt on my skin. My entire body reacted to the feeling of his mouth around my finger. The light in his eyes intensified until I could barely meet his gaze. Finally, he released my hand.
    I fell back against the door of the car, staring at Conner with wide eyes. I was panting and my nipples were so hard they hurt.
    “Holy shit!” I tried to feel around the seat for my purse. I didn’t want to take my eyes off Conner. “What the hell was that?”
    I watched as he closed his eyes and took a slow deep breath. His lips were still slightly parted, and I thought my eyes would pop out of my skull as his fangs receded until his teeth looked normal. When Conner opened his eyes, they were no longer bright.
    “Do you believe me now?” he asked.
    For the first time in my life, I fainted.

 
     
    Something cold and wet slid across my forehead and cheeks. I flinched.
    “Dammit, Donna, open your eyes.”
    The voice was familiar and sexy. I was always a sucker for an accent. Especially a Scottish brogue.
    Slowly, I opened my eyes and realized I was lying on my couch staring at my own ceiling. Conner’s concerned face hovered over mine. I gasped, jackknifing into a sitting position in the corner of my sofa.
    “How did you get in here? I didn’t invite you in.”
    Conner sighed and shook his head. “Did you forget I brought you home and changed your clothes last week? I don’t need an invitation to enter a home. Again that’s a myth.”
    “Well, what am I supposed to think? The only thing I know about vampires is what I’ve read, seen on television, or in the movies and here you are telling me that all of it’s not true!”
    He moved away from me to sit on the opposite end of my sofa. I felt my breath coming a little easier. “Not all of it is untrue. Fire, decapitation, and destruction or removal of the heart will kill vampires. We may not burst into flames in the sun, but many of us are sensitive to the light, so we tend to avoid it.”
    I pulled my knees to my chest and wrapped my arms around them. The entire situation felt surreal, as though I were dreaming and would never wake up.
    “What about garlic and holy water? Or mirrors? I mean, do you have a reflection?” I hadn’t bothered to check when we were in the ladies room at work because I had thought he was insane at the time.
    Conner ran his hands through his hair. I could tell he was frustrated, but he surprised me by answering my questions calmly.
    “Holy water, crosses, and garlic have no affect on me. I do have a reflection.”
    I threw my hands up in the air. “Is anything I know about vampires true?”
    Conner leaned forward and put his elbows to his knees. “I know this is a lot to take in, Donna, and I will answer all your questions. Please calm down.”
    Fuck that. I got to my feet, heading for my kitchen. “I need a drink.”
    I kept a bottle of bourbon in the cabinet for cooking or for when my dad came to visit, and I definitely needed it right now. I