Fuck!

Beneath his tongue he felt her skin mend and regenerate. He knew he should stop now, but he couldn’t tear his lips from her. Instead, he continued to run his tongue over her now perfect skin and press his lips to it.

Katie’s hand on his nape as she suddenly touched him, almost made him jump from the bed, but her moan held him back. Her tender fingers caressed his nape, then slipped underneath his shirt and stroked the sensitive area between his shoulder blades.

He had to be dreaming. That was the only explanation for this. Maybe he’d passed out. After all, he’d given her a good pint of his blood on the drive here, and he hadn’t fed in a while.

“Luther.” Katie’s breathy murmur drifted to his ears.

He lifted his head and looked at her face. Her eyes were half closed, her lips parted. He’d never seen a more tantalizing sight.

“Please, don’t stop,” she begged, her hand sliding back to his nape, trying to pull him back.

He resisted and shook his head. “We can’t. Please don’t make me do this.” Because he knew why she was reacting like this.

Her eyes opened wider. “I want you.”

He threw his head back, groaning. “No. You don’t. It’s the blood talking.”

“No, it’s not.” Her fingers dug into his nape, trying to pull him to her.

“Hasn’t your brother told you what happens when you drink a vampire’s blood? That it causes sexual arousal?” But it wasn’t real. It was just an illusion.

“This is different,” she insisted, sitting up and bringing her enticing semi-nude body closer to him.

When she put her other arm around him, he gripped both her wrists and forced her back into the pillows. “Once it wears off, you’ll regret what you’re doing now.” And she’d hate him for not having stopped her.

“I won’t!”

“You can’t know that! My blood in you makes you want me. It’ll pass,” he ground out, still pressing her into the pillows so she couldn’t make an attempt to kiss him. Because once those lips touched his, he’d be lost.

A strange smile spread on her mouth, almost as if she knew something he didn’t. “Drinking your blood didn’t cause this.”

“It did.”

“Then why did I let you kiss me last night?”

“You didn’t let me kiss you. I forced you.”

“And I could have stopped you any time I wanted to.”

“May I remind you that according to your own admission, you don’t have any witch powers?”

“True, but I do have a really strong knee that I know exactly how to use against any man forcing himself on me, vampire or not.” She licked her lips and turned her head to look at where his hands were circling her wrists, keeping her immobile. “I don’t mind if you want to hold me down like that. If that’s how you like it.”

“Goddamn it, Katie. I’m warning you,” he hissed, holding onto his self control by a mere thread.

“If you don’t want me, you can close your eyes and imagine I’m somebody else. Just imagine I’m one of the hookers you had in prison.”

“I’ve never touched a hooker in my life!” Luther growled. “Damn you, Katie, you’d better not be blaming me later or I might just wring your pretty little neck.”

Surprise—or was it satisfaction?—flashed in her eyes, but he didn’t give her a chance to respond and sank his lips onto hers. He had to still this inexplicable hunger for a woman he barely knew.

Her mouth welcomed him. Soft lips greeted him and an eager tongue stroked against his, inviting him to a sensual duel. One he could neither win nor lose.

Slowly, he released her wrists. He felt her hands on him immediately. Katie didn’t waste time: she unbuttoned his shirt and touched his chest, caressing him as if she didn’t even notice the many scars that marred his once-perfect skin. As if she didn’t see their ugliness.

He was convinced that Katie wanting him was a side effect of her drinking his blood, but what man—vampire or not—was strong enough to resist a siren’s call? He knew he’d pay for it later, but right now, he didn’t care what punishment he’d have to endure. All he needed was a few minutes of ecstasy in Katie’s arms. And nobody was going to get in the way of it, not even Luther himself.

“Katie,” he murmured, releasing her lips for a moment.

“Don’t stop,” she begged, her voice drugged with lust. The sound made his cock even harder.