More Wicked Alphas, Wilder Nights: Sizzling Collection of Paranormal Romance (Wicked Alphas, Wild Nights Book 5) (9 page)

“So a Blood Kiss is…what? Is that just another way of saying a ‘feeding’?”

Isaac was suddenly staring at her mouth. “A Blood Kiss is exactly what it sounds like. Not a feeding, but an exchange of blood while kissing, an intermingling. A nip on a lip or a fang piercing a tongue, it doesn’t matter as long as both partners are bleeding while they kiss. As Cybele said, anything combining blood and sex is quite a pleasurable experience for a vampire, and the tasting of vampire blood for a human is a pleasure without comparison even without adding anything sexual into the equation.”

Abby wiggled a bit on his lap, making both his breath and that stare sharpen. She was starting to feel lightheaded again.

“I know you don’t like to talk about anything to do with turning a human,” she said, sounding a bit breathless, “but did your Sire drain too much blood from you and then—I don’t know—something injected from her fangs or in her saliva started to take over your body like a virus?”

“Her blood,” Isaac replied reluctantly, tearing his gaze away from her mouth to lock eyes with her. “A human tasting a little vampire blood will only enthrall them for a few hours, depending on how much they’ve drunk. It’s what allows us to drink from the unwary, to give them false memories of a night of pleasure or simply make them believe they drank themselves into oblivion.”

“You said you never slept with any of your clients. Is that what you did? Give them a taste of your blood, drink from them, and then send them on their way making them think they’d had the time of their lives?”

“I’ve never given a Blood Kiss to a human,” he said firmly, “for the very reason why I have never fed from you while we were intimate. I don’t trust my control. You experienced that loss of control, firsthand, and it almost cost you your life. If we were to try it, and you accidentally drank too much of my blood…” His expression turned stricken. “I would rather burn in the sun than be forced to turn you without your consent because I was too lost in lust to stop.”

“We’ve made love countless times since without you accidentally biting me again,” Abby argued. “You have a lot more control than you think.”

He closed his eyes and groaned. “It’s a struggle
not
 to sink my teeth into your soft, soft flesh every. Single. Time. The urge to taste your blood
never
 goes away, Abby. I may seem like I’m in total control, but the truth is, I’m always walking on a knife’s edge. Sooner or later, one of us will be cut if I lean too far to the side.”

“So, we’ll just make sure that I do the leaning—at least in the beginning.”

Isaac frowned. “What do you mean?”

“This is something I’ve been thinking about a lot, even before Cybele brought up the Blood Kiss,” Abby admitted. She reached over and began to trace his bottom lip slowly with a teasing fingertip. “You’re very careful whenever you feed from me. I’ve never gotten the sense that I was in any danger of being drained dry, not like that first time when your vampy powers took over my mind and I couldn’t move or scream to, literally, save my life. I imagine you’ve always been careful whenever you feed. Practice makes perfect, after all, so tonight, why don’t we try a milder version of the Blood Kiss? You can nibble on my lip while we sit just like this on the couch, and we’ll kiss with just my blood flowing this first time. You know that I find you feeding from me pleasurable. You make sure of that, so this’ll be exciting for me, too. Eventually, we can work up to intermingling our blood, and
then
 share a Blood Kiss and more while we’re making love.”

“You make it all sound so logical,” Isaac said quietly, his tongue darting out to lick her fingertip in a slow, sensual flick, “but logic never applies to anything a vampire does.”

Abby leaned forward and replaced her finger with her lips for a soft kiss. “I want to do this for us.”

“You want to do this for
me
,” he corrected as he slowly, finally, reached up to touch her, gently cupping her face with his hands.

Abby smiled and turned to kiss one palm. “No, I want to do this for
us
,” she repeated firmly. “I want us to experience everything a relationship between a human and a vampire entails. You said so yourself. There are countless other human and vampire couples out there. Hell, I’ve even met one.”

“Valerio and Ellie are different,” he said, caressing one of her cheeks with his thumb affectionately. “He’s had centuries longer than me to hone his control.”

She reached over and pressed her index finger against the seal of his lips insistently until he parted them, allowing her to poke at his eye teeth until they elongated into fangs in reaction. Then before he could think to stop her, Abby deliberately pricked her finger on one of his razor-sharp fangs.

Isaac sucked in a sharp breath, and the veins of glowing red instantly appeared in his eyes as they zeroed in on her bleeding fingertip. His hands tightened slightly on her face, but the action didn’t feel threatening.

Keeping her eyes fixed on his face, Abby very deliberately smeared her blood onto both lips. “Kiss me,” she offered, “when you feel you can.”

His eyes lifted to meet her gaze. Even through eyes that still gave her heart a jolt every time she saw them, she could still see
Isaac
 and not the vampire looking back at her.

It seemed they sat there, frozen, staring at each other for a small eternity before the ends of Isaac’s lips quirked up sexily, and he leaned in slowly to take her blood-stained lips with his own. The kiss started out slow, just a few, normal brushes of his lips, no doubt smearing her blood onto his own. In the process, the coppery and salty tang of her blood also made it onto her tongue as she closed her eyes and allowed him complete control of the kiss. The taste only served to heighten her anticipation of what could be in the future.

Then Abby felt the first silky, wet swipe of his tongue across her bottom lip, and suddenly the only thing keeping her body from collapsing against him with all the grace of a wet noodle was the firm grip of his hands on either side of her face. Her whole body shuddered as that tongue licked at her top lip, and soon her mouth was filled with more of that metallic taste as his tongue abruptly plunged inside and began to slide against her own in that wet, sensual dance she loved.

Their kiss became a frenzy of tangled tongues and gasps as Isaac’s lips continued to devour her mouth. Then without warning, he pulled away from her throbbing lips with a final lick to lap up the last smear of blood, making Abby cry out in dismay. However, she could still feel his warm exhales teasing her kiss-sensitive lips, and she opened her eyes, relieved that he wasn’t pulling away from her altogether.

Isaac was breathing as heavily as she was, his pupils blown wide with lust. “Your blood mixed with the taste of your lips was as delicious as I imagined,” he whispered. “I’d like another taste.”

“Then bite me,” Abby encouraged, her hands moving to caress over his shirt along the six-pack on his abdomen to the rock-hard muscles of his chest.

His eyes flashing with hunger, Isaac dove in for another kiss before she could wonder if that slip of emotion should worry her. Then all thoughts were driven from her mind when she felt the sting of his fangs biting gently, but swiftly, into her bottom lip and her warm blood began to trickle into her mouth and stream down her chin in two, thin lines. Her moan when the pleasure hit like a shot of adrenaline to her system was instantly swallowed as Isaac began to alternate between sucking on her bleeding lip and plunging his tongue deep as though eager to give her a taste of what he was enjoying so much.

God! They were only kissing, but her entire body throbbed with the level of arousal she usually felt when she was near orgasm. One rub of a hand between her legs, even over her jeans, would probably be enough to send her over that delicious edge.

Abby was in the process of snaking down one of her hands between her legs from where it had been clutching Isaac’s shoulder like a vise when a drop of liquid fire and the indescribable taste of what had to be freaking ambrosia landed on her tongue. She instantly exploded with an orgasm so intense, so earth-shattering, that for a moment when her heart seized painfully in complete and utter shock, she actually thought she was going to die from it. The spasms of pleasure that rocked her groin and shot up her spine seemed to go on forever at an off-the-charts level of intensity. There was no way anyone could survive such a tsunami of sensation!

She had no idea how long her mind and body spent consumed in that unearthly pleasure, but it was the familiar feeling of Isaac’s tongue licking along her neck that finally brought her mind back to the here and now. Abby moaned and instinctually threw her head back to give him better access to her neck, and that’s when she realized that she was no longer straddling his lap but flat on her back with him lying snugly between her legs when the back of her head hit the soft microfiber of his couch instead of air.

“Isaac…” she breathed, unable to make her short-circuited brain work enough to form anything more complex than his name.

“Welcome back,” he murmured against her neck before drawing his tongue lazily over her chin to lap briefly at her tingling lip.

Through the fog of pleasure that still filled her mind, it took her a moment to understand that Isaac was licking up the blood that had spilled from the double wounds he had bitten into her lip. Then the rest of her mind caught up as well, and she gasped with a second realization.

“You gave me a real Blood Kiss!” Abby exclaimed, wincing internally when her voice cracked.

The smile that stretched Isaac’s lips was pure satisfaction. She didn’t think she had ever seen his eyes shine with such happiness.

Isaac kissed her soundly on the lips and then pressed his forehead against her own. “I couldn’t resist. You tasted so good and my head was spinning with such pleasure that I couldn’t help but want to return the favor. I was still very much in control, and I thought just a drop of my blood would be safe enough. So, how was it?”

“
That
 happened with just
one
 drop of your blood mixing with mine?” Abby said in a strangled voice. “I think I really would’ve died had you given me more!”

Isaac chuckled. “As with a drug, it’s only that intense the first time your body experiences it. Next time it’ll take a little more to match the intensity of the first.”

Abby shivered. “I think we’d better stick with a drop and only occasionally at that. I really don’t think my sanity can take that level of pleasure very often.”

He let out a mock sigh. “So no more Blood Kisses this week, I guess.”

“You can have all the Blood Kisses you want—provided it’s only my blood we’re using.”

His eyes widened, all the teasing gone from his expression. “You really mean that.”

She laughed. “Don’t look so surprised. Your bites are always toe-curlingly fantastic, so it’s not like I’m not getting anything out of the deal. That these will be
love
 bites is a bonus.”

Once again, his smile lit up his eyes until they shined. “Then I’ll look forward to it.”

Isaac settled more comfortably onto her body, letting her feel a little more of his weight just the way she liked it. She often preferred lying together this way rather than spooning, especially after sex, and although no actual intercourse had occurred, Abby decided that mind-blowing experience totally counted as sex.

As though reading her mind—and let’s face it, she likely would never rule that out—Isaac said against her neck, “So—sex?”

Abby nearly choked even though the thought made her throb between her legs with the beginnings of arousal. “Not unless you want me to pass out for a week.”

“Then tomorrow morning, before I go to sleep.”

She shook her head. “You’re insatiable.”

“No, I just love you.”

Still, after months of dating, it was always a shock when he said it, and she couldn’t really say why.

“Well then,” Abby said, her voice thick with emotion no matter how hard she tried to hide it, “how can a girl say no to that?”

Read how Abby and Isaac's story began in
Blood Escort,
the first story in the
Tales from the Vampire Underground
shorts series by Cristina Rayne.

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