Page 11 of Her Silent Knight

“What if I want to eat that puss...”

“This pussy is not yours to eat.”

“It could be. It should be.”

Sin pulled her sleeve down. “Get out before I put the wards back up.”

“Hold on a second, damn. Why you always act like this?”

“Why you always asking for sexual favors? You and I both know you have a dozen females you’re currently sleeping with. Two of which who hate me and want me dead because they think I like you.”

“I won’t let them hurt you,” Rhen told her while pulling a syringe from his pocket. It already contained some of his vampire venom, to keep her blood from clotting. He stayed prepared.

“I can whip their asses myself. I just hate the fact that they think we have a relationship when we don’t.”

“We do. You just don’t want to admit it.”

“We don’t. So, keep your chicks in check.”

Rhen stalked over and grinned down at her. “I like it when you get all jealous.”

Sin shook her head. “Sometimes, talking to you is like talking to a brick wall.”

“You like it though.”

“It passes time.”

He grabbed her arm and lifted the sleeve of her shirt that she’d just pulled down. He smacked the vein at the center of her arm. The grin on his face had wicked written all over it.

“You like the way I smacked that, don’t you? This could be that sexy ass of yours, but you keep denying your true feelings.”

She couldn’t help but chuckle. “You’re so stupid.”

Still smiling, he went to work. Sin looked away. She didn’t like to watch. She jerked a little when the needle pierced her flesh.

“Did I hurt you?” Rhen asked, voice low.

“I just hate needles.”

“You could always let me bite you.”

“Your fangs are sharper than a needle.”

“Damn right, they are. I know how to make it painless though.”

“I’ll pass.”

“One day, you’re going to crave my bite.”

“I doubt it.” She glanced over to see him pulling the needle out of her arm.

Her gaze darted to the numbers on the syringe. He’d gotten three CC’s and no more than that. Good. She quickly looked away. A shiver raced down her spine when he licked the puncture site, sealing it shut. As always, his tongue lingered a second longer than it had to.

“Rhen?”

“Finishing up,” he told her.

“I’m thinking of trading my fire for some Band-Aids.”