Why These Two by Jackie Ivie Read Free Book Online

Potentially paralyzing. Painful if jarred.”
    “What the hell?”
    “It’s not a problem, Darryl.”
    “Tell that to my spine.”
    “It’ll be better by morning.”
    “Every specialist on the planet says different.”
    “Did you see a vampire?”
    Darrell lifted both brows. “They weren’t on the referral list…so no.”
    “Then, trust me. I can fix it.”
    “Trust you?”
    “I promise.”
    “Is the cure going to be worse than the disease?” he asked.
    A slight smile curved her lips. She ran a tongue over them. Moved a hairsbreadth closer and his neck arched up, as if wanting the connection. The kiss. The tongue action. What the hell. If he had to go, might as well go this way.

 
    CHAPTER SIX
    Lips touched. Melded. His breath caressed. Teased. Tongues tangled. Reika’s moans resonated with pleasure. Her arms wavered and then gave, sending her against, and then atop his chest as he collapsed back onto the mattress. Her breasts smashed into his pecs. Her belly grazed his. Her loins slid along his lower abdomen. Down. Farther. Questing and reaching, and then touching absolute rigidity and heat. Her knees reacted, gripping alongside his hips, while everything inside her started altering. Going soft. Liquid. Pliant. Hungry. Feminine. And everything she’d lost so many centuries ago.
    She’d forgotten his injury.
    His body jerked beneath her, went tense. Angered. Darryl yanked from the kiss, arching his head backward. His body shook. The bedstead joined in. He might’ve groaned but cut it off, stifled in his throat where it made a gurgling sound as he dealt with pain she couldn’t comprehend. Or understand. A red flush crept through his chest, up his neck. It tinted his lower jaw and cheeks. Reika lurched with reaction, fighting the temptation to take. Feed. Her thighs tightened along his sides. Her hands dug into his shoulders. She had to conquer the need; the hunger.
    Not yet…
    He’d taken to little huffs of breath, barely moving his chest against hers. Each touch was incredible. Stirring. His touch altered the bloodlust, taking it to something else. Something beautiful. Reika slowly relaxed her fingers. Her thighs. He still had his eyes tightly closed, denying this, rejecting her. Reika started anew, this time sliding her tongue along the vein in his throat. Licking at the perfect puncture point. Scraping a canine along flesh…opening a cut. Enduring the allure. The carnal feast. The enticement. No . Not just yet…
    “Listen. Uh…Reika…”
    The words were distorted. Gruff. And stopped by how she’d lifted her head and caught his agony-laced gaze. His cut-off speech was also due to her movement, wrapping her hands about his head, massaging a thumb across his lips. He didn’t need to say anything. She had been at fault. She’d been hasty. She hadn’t handled his pain first. He needed an infusion of vampire-tainted blood. Her blood was the perfect panacea: the relief to his pain; treatment for his injury; countermand to his condition. Vampirism was the perfect medicine; even a partial infusion would restore health. Alter abnormalities. Heal disease. Cure infirmities. Remove foreign objects…
    Like a bullet.
    But she’d lost her wits the moment their lips had met. She hadn’t known how devastating a kiss could be! Nobody had described the wonder, the feel and texture…and the taste! Oh my . Darryl’s kiss was unbelievably stimulating; totally irresistible. She’d just have to resist the temptation. Be strong, so it wouldn’t overwhelm her again. Reika jabbed her fangs into her lower lip, opening duel cuts that immediately welled blood. And then she slammed her mouth to his.
    His body reacted at the first taste, arching up from the mattress; taking her with it. She held on, while he sucked and licked and shook with something that might have started as pain, but didn’t stay that way. The long groan coming from his chest was auditory proof. Her moans weren’t far behind. His kiss contained