Feral Hunger (2010) by Stephanie Bedwell-Grime Read Free Book Online Page A

strange sensation settled beneath his heart. For the first time, his solitary life held little appeal. He realized with a start that he wanted to share his life. With Jaelyn.
    Expectation crossed her face as she gazed back at him. But he also saw trust and hope in her expression. He didn't know what to say, so he started with a profound, Um...
    She smiled, showing the tips of her tiny fangs. The sight tightened his groin. He wanted her so badly, and yet he didn't want to ruin the mood. He didn't want to force the situation by saying anything that might make her decide to open that door and leave.
    Instead, she crossed the narrow distance between them. Gripping him by the lapels of his ruined shirt, she stood on her tiptoes in those ridiculously high heels and kissed him.
    As her soft lips brushed his mouth, he couldn't stop the low growl rising in his throat. He crushed her to him, feeling every inch of her supple body. Her generous breasts pressed against the hard planes of his chest. His hands slid from the slender dip of her waist to cup her buttocks. He caught the spicy scent of her blood rushing just below the surface of her skin mixing tantalizingly with the natural scent of woman and the perfume from her shampoo. She smelled sexy, vital, and he wanted so much more of her.
    She sighed against his mouth. Her tongue slid between his lips and he was lost in the taste of her. He brought one hand up to tangle in her long blonde hair, holding her in place. She didn't seem to mind his possession. In fact, she seemed to have her own conquest in mind. She tilted her head slightly to gain a better angle. Her hands roved over his shoulders and up his neck to ruffle his curls. Sudden pain made him gasp as one of her incisors pinched his lip. He tasted the tang of his own blood.
    Her tongue tangled with his as she tried to steal that drop of blood. Convulsively, his hand tightened on her butt, pressing her harder against him. She squirmed in place, testing the extent of his arousal. The sensation of his hard flesh at the juncture of her thighs seemed to drive her passion higher because she pulled her mouth away. Tendrils of her hair hung in her face. Her breath came in small pants. Let's go upstairs.
    Upstairs, he repeated. He wanted her out of Michaela's dress and shoes. He wanted every trace of Michael gone, leaving only Jaelyn.
    Vlad hooked an arm beneath her knees and swung her into his arms. One of her borrowed sandals fell from her feet. He left it there on the carpet as he walked toward the spiral staircase. Jaelyn ringed her arms around his neck. She kissed him again with such ferocity he had to stop halfway up the staircase. Eventually, they made it to the top of the stairs. He paused in the hallway, deciding which room to take her to. The coffin wouldn't do. He decided on the room with the bed. His real bedroom. He wanted her there, in his inner sanctum, his most private of places.
    Her eyes caught the coffin as they passed. They twinkled with amusement.
    I need to get rid of that thing, he said. I've had enough vampire props to last a lifetime.
    Jaelyn turned her head as he kicked open the door to the bedroom and crossed the floor. The rumpled bed was just as she'd left it. There hadn't been time to make it. Vlad freed a hand to yank the covers into place before he laid her gently in the middle. He sat down beside her.
    She reached up to slide his ruined shirt off his shoulders. Silk whispered as it fell to the floor. She ran her hand over his pecs. His silky cool skin caressed her palm. His gaze tracked her hand as it slid down his taut stomach and stopped at his belt buckle.
    He chuckled. Don't go getting too far ahead of me.
    She turned so he could undo the long zipper. The hiss of metal sounded unduly loud in the silence. She wiggled out of the dress and turned back to face him clad only in her panties and one borrowed shoe.
    His gaze raked over her, lingering on the line of her neck before plunging lower still.