The Vampire Hunter by LISA CHILDS Read Free Book Online

requested, his pale eyes bright with determination and desire. “Bite me.” He lay back on the bed and pulled her down with him, her face in his neck.
    And so she did. She first scraped her fangs over one of the distended cords in his neck. He thrust deeper inside her, his hands clutching her back, holding her to him. Then his fingers moved into her hair, tangling the strands. “ Really bite me…”
    She nipped at him, just barely breaking the skin. He groaned, and she jerked back. “Are you all right? Did I hurt you?”
    â€œOnly because you stopped,” he said, pulling her face back to his neck, where blood trickled from his small puncture wound. “Do it.”
    She flicked her tongue across the wound, enjoying the sweet taste of his blood. But she had to do more than taste to turn him. She had to drink. How much…?
    Nerves joined the tension building inside her. Could she do it?
    He reached between them, teasing her clit with his fingertip. Stroking it back and forth until every part of her throbbed. And her control snapped. She bit harder, sinking her fangs into his neck. His blood, sweet and thick, poured over her tongue. She swallowed it and continued to drink the very essence of him.
    He thrust harder, and warmth filled her as he came. Sensations spiraled through her, the tension broken as intense pleasure shattered her body. She came and came, rocking against him, her face buried in his neck. Finally spent and satiated, she collapsed on top of him.
    â€œAre you all right?” she asked, concerned that she’d drank too much. Concerned that she’d hurt him.
    He nodded. “I never felt anything like that. Never felt so much…” His pale eyes drifted closed, and his breathing slowed.
    He was breathing, though. He was still alive. She curled up on his chest, her head pressed to his heart so that she could monitor its beat. He was alive. But maybe just for now…
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    The murmur of voices drew aside the heavy curtain of sleep. Liam struggled to lift his lids, but exhaustion defeated his effort. So he kept his eyes closed and concentrated on listening. The voices weren’t whispering. It was his hearing that was strained, as if he were far away—not just in another room but in another dimension, as if he were caught between life and death.
    Was he?
    â€œHe’s dead,” Jennifer’s soft feminine voice confirmed. “You had no reason to come back here and no right to break in the first time.”
    â€œI’d heard about him. He’s a vampire hunter,” a male voice replied.
    Just as he’d feared, Roger was not dead.
    â€œWas,” Jennifer corrected him.
    Dread clutched Liam’s heart at the conviction in her voice. He tried lifting his lids again and managed this time to pry open his eyes. The room spun and blurred before him. Now he tried lifting his body from the bed, but his muscles ached in protest of any movement.
    â€œToo close to dawn someone saw him carrying you out of the alley behind the club,” the man continued. “You were believed to be in danger. I came to save you!”
    â€œI don’t need anyone to save me anymore,” she said, as if offended. “I can protect myself.”
    Was that what she was doing? He wished he knew for certain if she’d been trying to turn him or kill him. Maybe his first instincts about her had been right, and he’d let her feminine wiles sway his body and his mind.
    â€œI want to be the one to protect you, Jennifer. I want to be there for you,” the man said. “I’ve always wanted to be there for you, but you’ve pushed me away. And then you let him in here. You take him—a human …a vampire hunter —to your bed?”
    â€œI needed to distract him,” she claimed. “Needed to disarm him, so that I could get rid of him for good. I don’t want to be looking over my shoulder the rest of his