Page 4 of Blood Sugar

This witch can kiss.

His mouth was warm, tasting of cider and cinnamon. He was everywhere, his tongue in my mouth, his hands squeezing my waist and gripping my ass through layers of soft fabric.

When our kiss broke, he pressed his lips to my jaw and down my throat. Letting out a groan, I tipped my head to let him suck on the delicate skin of my neck.

The way he took control had me panting. He walked me backward until my back pressed into the brick wall, along the only stretch not covered in ivy, his mouth never leaving my skin.

His tongue dragged up my neck and I let out a whimper. Desperate, I used my hold on his hair to drag his lips to mine. He kissed like he was starving for me. It was overwhelming in the best way.

Leveraging myself up, I hooked my leg over his hip. His hand went to my thigh, squeezing and holding me in place as he ground against me.

His rumbling groan had me gasping. I’d never been with a partner who was vocal, and I wanted to hear more.

I’d kissed a lot of guys in the last few months, but none of them were like Rowen. I was starting to understand the meaning of having your mind blown, because my thoughts were scattered and it took every shred of focus I could muster to remember my purpose.

“Rowen,” I rasped. “Can I bite you?”

His breathing broke rhythm, his glazed eyes widening as he pulled back and stared at my mouth. I couldn’t read his expression, and my anxiety spiked. My leg dropped out of his hold.

What if I’d offended him?

I wanted to take my question back, but I needed him to say yes. The last thing I wanted to do was walk away from this witch and go find some other guy to drink from. My molars bit into my cheek as I waited for his answer.

He wet his lips, the words coming out ragged. “I’ve always been curious.”

“I think you’ll like it,” I said quickly, blinking up at him.

“I’m not worried,” he said, his voice dropping low enough that I shivered at the vibration. “Go ahead, if you want to.”

A rush of adrenaline pumped through my blood, and I tugged him back down, angling his head gently. He braced one hand against the wall behind me, steadying us as I placed a soft kiss on the tendon in the side of his neck.

Tension hardened the muscles of his shoulders, and I kissed down his neck, urging him to relax. His breathing accelerated, his hand tightening on my waist.

I swallowed, trying to stay in control of the vampire instincts that still felt foreign to me. Slowly, I dragged my tongue up his neck until I found a spot I liked.

Even after several dozen times, I still cringed at the idea of biting someone. I’d learned that biting slowly hurt more, so I tried to be quick, pressing my fangs into place and biting down sharply.

My fangs sank into Rowen’s skin easily, but he still twitched under me and sucked in his next breath in a hiss. My instinct was to pull back, but I stayed still, letting some of my venom seep into his bloodstream. It was what made the experience pleasurable for him, and I wanted to be sure it was affecting him. His fingers splayed over my skin, and he let out a soft moan. Yeah, he definitely felt it.

Gently, I pulled my teeth free, sealing my lips around the wound. His blood poured into my mouth, sweet and metallic. I could taste the magic. It had a bright, fizzy flavor, like a raspberry soda.

The alcohol in his blood added a sour note that I didn’t really mind. The combination of it with the richness that was distinctly Rowen was delicious. I sucked at the holes I’d made, taking in more of his luscious blood.

He softened under my bite, grinding against me again as he let out a guttural groan. “Fuck.”

I swallowed another mouthful and then licked over the two puncture holes, healing them up with my saliva. It wasn’t useful for much other than closing up my bites, but at least I didn’t leave him messy and bleeding.

That should be enough blood to get me by. I didn’t want to take too much and have Rowen feel any side effects from blood loss. He was almost a foot taller than me, so if he swooned, I wouldn’t be able to catch him.

Smiling at the feeling of satiety, I leaned back and looked up at Rowen. His lips were parted, and his eyes were glazed. He looked absolutely devastated.

“Good?”

“Sadie,” he said hoarsely. “Fuck, I had no idea. No wonder everyone says they want a vampire girlfriend.”

Giggling, I patted his chest awkwardly. “Well, I’m glad you enjoyed that.”

He bent and kissed me, not worrying if his blood was still in my mouth. His tongue swept in, and I sucked at it, earning another moan.