I felt Michael’s fangs slide out of my neck, felt him press a quick kiss there.
“Do it,” I heard Jayde hiss faintly. “Just f**king do it!”
“What if she never forgives me?” Michael said, his tone anguished.
That’s ridiculous, I thought faintly, the world growing black. I’d always forgive Michael anything.
Then a wrist was shoved between my teeth, bloody and dripping. Michael’s face hovered over mine. “Drink, Ruby! Drink.”
—
When I woke up, I felt… different. Not physically different but in my awareness. As if a door had been opened. As if something was suddenly flicked on like a switch. As if it was safe to come out and play again. Why I felt like that, I had no idea.
The world was deathly quiet around me. Too quiet. My eyes slid open, and I peered at my surroundings. A hand brushed over my cheek. “You’re awake.”
Michael’s voice. I automatically turned toward him. He was smiling down at me, his expression incredibly tender as his fingers stroked my cheek.
“Why is it so quiet?” I murmured, my words sounding like anvils in the stillness.
“Don’t worry about that. Everything’s fine. How do you feel?”
“Different,” I said slowly. “Not bad, just different. Did… did something happen?”
“You don’t remember?”
I remembered bits and pieces, but there was a mental fog that I couldn’t seem to shake. “I remember Jayde… and you leaving…” I thought hard for a moment and then gasped as the memories burst forth from a dam. “The bounty hunter! He… he shot me, didn’t he?” My hand rose and slid over my chest, feeling for an arrow hole. I didn’t feel that hot, stabbing poker of pain anymore. Someone had taken the arrow out? “And then it got dark, and you…” I vaguely remembered Michael shoving his wrist between my lips and the taste of blood flooding my mouth.
My teeth tingled, and something shot out of my mouth, the tip of it digging into my lower lip.
“Ow!” I put a hand to my lip, shocked. My two incisors had distended at the thought of blood. I felt along one tooth and realized it was long and wickedly curved. Like a fang. Like Michael’s.
I looked over at him. He’d smelled spicy and uniquely vampire before, but now the scent of him was… intoxicating. Delicious. It made my mouth water just to get near him. He’d changed. And I had fangs.
I looked at him in surprise. “Fhoo fhturned me?”
Michael watched me, his eyes intense. “If you want to retract your fangs, focus on mentally pulling them inward. It’s like learning to use a new muscle. You’ll figure it out in time, just like you’ll figure out how to speak around them.”
“But—”
“Fangs first,” he said softly. “Then we’ll talk.”
A thousand questions burned in my mind, but I wasn’t going to be able to hold a conversation without sounding like Elmer Fudd. So I closed my eyes and concentrated on thinking about normal teeth, and my fangs retracted. I felt them slide back under my gums. Okay, that was freaky. My eyes flew open, and I gave Michael a meaningful look. “Answers now?”
“You were dying,” he said, his voice low with anguish. His hand stroked my hair, then he tangled his fingers into it, holding me pinned against him. “You took an arrow for me—an arrow that would have staked me through the heart. Instead, when he heard you coming, he shot you.”
“I couldn’t let him kill you,” I said, running my hand over his chest, looking for wounds. Odd, but his skin felt warm to me now. Was my body temperature that much lower? Just running my fingers over him felt delicious, as if his wonderful smell was rubbing off on my own skin.
Michael groaned at my exploring fingertips, and his hand captured mine, keeping it pressed over his chest. “Ruby, you… I asked if I could save you. Surely you knew…”
Actually, it hadn’t occurred to me. “I wasn’t thinking clearly. Some goofball shot me through the chest, remember?” He looked… delicious. Both sexually and physically. Hunger had an entirely different edge when one was a vampire. “I didn’t really know what I was agreeing to.”
“I am so sorry, Ruby. I couldn’t let you die, so I offered it.” He closed his eyes and bowed his head, as if pained by the thought of turning me against my will. “I have a small fortune left to me by my vampire benefactress. Vampire courtesy states that I pass on the favor and give you half.”
I looked up at him, at his beautiful, firm mouth. I wondered if he’d taste different when he kissed me now. My fangs nudged out again, and I willed them to slide back in. I was only half listening to what he said. “Half? Half of what?”
“My fortune. Ten million.”
That registered in my mind. “Your fortune is ten million dollars?”
“Actually, my fortune is twenty million. Half of it is yours. It’s the least I can do for turning you against your will.” His gaze searched my face, desperate. “I’m not sorry you’re alive, though.”
I wasn’t, either, really. I thought for a moment. “That weird sense of relief when I woke up?”
“The sun is down,” he murmured. “You’ll feel that every day. It’s instinct telling you to keep away until it’s gone.”
Smart instincts. I licked my lips and looked over at him, noticing how decadent his pale skin was. This whole vampire thing was kind of… erotic. I rubbed my thumb against his bare chest, just now noticing that my legs were twined with his. We were both cuddled under the sheets in a large bed. I was in my borrowed bra and panties, and Michael wore nothing. That was so unfair. I dug my fingers into his chest, scratching at his skin and inhaling sharply at the delicious scent of him. “I—I think I’m hungry.”
As if on cue, my teeth slid down again, although this time, they didn’t stab my lip. As I looked over at Michael, I noticed his teeth flick out, also descending, and his erection grew hard against my leg.
“Then you must drink from me,” Michael said softly. He leaned back in the bed next to me and bared his throat. “But go slow, and don’t take too much for your first time.”
My mouth watered at the sight of his pale neck. God, he smelled good. “Will fhoo help me? Walk me fhroo it?”
His hand moved to my shoulder, and he nodded, pulling me in closer. I didn’t need much encouraging. I leaned over him, my hair spilling over my shoulder. He brushed it aside, and I shivered at his fingers grazing my sensitive skin.
“Find the carotid,” he said, his voice low and strong and thrumming through me. “There’s no pulse on a vampire, but you can smell the blood concentration there.”
I leaned in and sniffed his neck and nearly swooned at the heady scent of him. “But all of you fhmells fho good,” I said, unable to resist brushing my br**sts against his chest.
He groaned. “Then pick a spot. Remember to lick the skin first.”
My tongue darted between my fangs, and I nuzzled the side of his neck, swiping at his skin with my tongue. My panties became instantly wet. Good Lord, this was a major turn-on.
“Lick… again,” Michael said, his voice sounding strained.
“Did I not get enough?” I mumbled between my teeth.
“Just lick me again,” he growled, and his hand went to the back of my head, pressing me against his neck. “Feels amazing.”
An intense bolt of pleasure shot through me, and I licked him slowly, enjoying his groan. That was hot.
“Now,” he said, breathing hard. “Bite down. Gently. When your teeth are in, you’ll know what to do.”
I licked his throat again and then gently pressed the tips of my fangs against his skin. They punched through, razor-sharp, and I felt my mouth fill with blood—thick, rich, and decadent. I heard Michael’s groan of pleasure as I swallowed my first taste of blood… and latched on to drink more. It was better than anything I’d ever tasted—Michael’s sweet, intoxicating scent made into pure, distilled ambrosia. I sucked hard, my tongue lapping against his skin as I drank, not wanting to miss a drop.
“Not too much,” he cautioned, even as his mouth nuzzled my own neck. I felt him pull my hair aside and lick my throat. “God, Ruby, I want to drink from you, too. Can—”
I pushed his head against my neck in response, still drinking.
I felt his tongue flick against my throat once, then felt his fangs sink in, and intense pleasure washed over me. My body stiffened in orgasm even as I continued to drink, the two of us with necks entwined, teeth sunk into each other.
Chapter Eight
In the afterglow, Michael’s fingers twined with mine, and I curled up against his chest.
“Did you mean what you said back there?” he said softly.
“Mean what?” I was still reeling from the most intense orgasm of my life, and not a single breast or c*ck was involved. Weird. Not bad, just weird.
“About always loving me?”
Oh. Suddenly shy, I tilted my head down, unable to look him in the eye. “I’m sure I was just saying things. Loss of blood and all that. We’re cool. Don’t worry about it.”
“I’m not worried. I still love you, too.” He kissed me lightly on the mouth, then the nose, as if he couldn’t get enough of looking at me, tasting me. “I’ve always loved you. I never stopped loving you. Even when I went to Europe, all I could think about was how much you’d have loved being there with me.”
I suddenly felt like the world’s shittiest person. “Our breakup… with Thad…”
“You didn’t sleep with him. I know.”
I looked at him suspiciously. “How do you know?”
“Because I went to his dorm the next day and punched his lights out for touching you. He didn’t protest in the slightest, just let me hit him. I guess it didn’t hurt too much if he was a shifter.” He grimaced. “At the time, I couldn’t figure it out. I was just so angry. It took me a few weeks to calm down, and then I realized his actions didn’t make sense—and yours didn’t, either. I wanted to talk to you, confront you about it. But you were gone.”