Night Moves (The Night Songs Collection) by Kristen Strassel Read Free Book Online

you.”
    “We feed off energy.” Ryder explained. “Which is one of the reasons why Drake would like to play bigger venues. That and because he’s addicted to money.”
    “That’s actually kind of cool.” Now I couldn’t help but wonder how many rock bands were vampires. I mean, it was the perfect scenario. Lots of people around, nighttime hours. And I couldn’t help but feel relieved that I was never going to look like a steak dinner to him. “But where does the blood come in? Does it? Every vampire story I’ve ever heard, they needed blood.”
    “We don’t need it, but that doesn’t mean we don’t like it.” He breathed against my neck. I bit my lip, I still felt anxious. What if he was lying? “The blood is like an erotic elixir to us. A mind-altering substance.”
    Now I was intrigued. “Like alcohol?”
    “Better than the finest wine you’ve ever tasted.”
    Wow. Imagine actually intoxicating someone and becoming addicted to them, the essence that ran through their veins. What power they would have over you. Could Ryder feel that way about me? Could I hold that power over him? As much as it terrified me, I wanted to find out.
    “Well, that’s not fair.”
    Ryder burst out laughing. “What do you mean?”
    “So you get this intoxicating high from drinking blood. What does your partner get, besides drained?”
    “Melanie, it works either way.”
    “What?” I didn’t get it.
    “You can drink from me, too.”
    My chin dropped to my chest. Could I do it? Drink someone’s blood? “How?” My voice came out as barely more than a breath.
    “You’ve watched vampire movies, right? Dracula ? Interview with a Vampire ?”
    I nodded.
    Ryder licked the length of my neck, making me shudder. He ran his hands under my shirt, pulling it up over my head, sucking on my nipples through the lace of my bra as he pulled off the rest of my clothes. With an expert pinch, my bra unclasped, leaving me exposed on the bunk for the rest of this lesson. His fingers danced down to my thighs, tickling, teasing, and parting them open. Ryder rolled up on to his knees, bowing down between my legs. His fingers worked their way inside me. Again my spine came up off the bed, but for a totally different reason. I twisted my fingers into his long hair, guiding his face down so his tongue could take over for his hands. His mouth kissed and sucked, already sending me into another dimension.
    I hardly knew who I was anymore when I felt him enter me, but not in the way I expected. Ryder’s teeth pierced my thigh. It burned, but the heat felt good. It pulled me in as he drank from me. I felt dizzy, but it wasn’t a sick dizzy. It was ecstasy. Like the world was rearranging itself in a way meant just for me.
    I wanted this feeling to last forever. I never wanted him to stop. I wanted to give myself over completely to him. Mind, body, soul, blood.
    When he released me, I gasped. It was more painful than the bite. He crawled up the length of my body, hovering over me. He looked feral, as if he was considering his prey before he came in for the kill. His mouth still dripped with my blood, it fell on my chest like melted wax. He lowered his lips to mine, his mouth warm and slick. My blood tasted sweet on his tongue. I sucked greedily, as if without the blood I lost, I wouldn’t survive.
    Ryder lowered his body onto me, crushing me against the bed, his weight smothering but comforting. He pulled my arms up over my head, pinning me down with one of his hands hard against the seam of the mattress, my palms awkwardly against the wall. He ground his hips against mine. I wrapped my ankles around the small of his back, moaning, since it was all I could do not to beg him to enter me.
    Fireworks exploded in my brain when he finally found his way inside. He thrust hard and deep, so he could give himself to me as completely as he had taken from me. His lips never left mine. I wanted to scream out but couldn’t. My muscles clenched, tensed, spasmed