Chapter 17 – Vincent
VINCENT
When I awake, my head spins and my stomach heaves. How long has it been since those damn birds attacked us? Too long. I should be feeling better by now.
Lamia is next to me in an instant. Her stunning face staring down at me like an angel. “Drink this,” she says.
I want to refuse her, but she lifts my head and pushes the cup to my lips. Again, I start to protest, but the juice is already filling my mouth.
Stiffening, I keep drinking. It’s cranberry juice, but there’s another taste underneath that. Something delicious and powerful. I gulp the juice, my nausea fading. I drink every last drop of it, glorying in how good it is.
When I’m done, she pulls the cup back. “Better?”
I nod. Then I reach up and push her curtain of dark hair back from her face. “Thank you.”
“Thank you for rescuing us,” she says, and there’s a soft note to her voice.
Leaning up, I pull her toward me and our lips meet.
I’m shocked by her soft mouth. By the way she seems uncertain as I explore her lips.
When she parts her mouth ever so slightly, I slip my tongue inside.
When I feel the slightly sharp tips of her fangs, I’d imagined that I’d pull back. Instead, I kiss her harder.
She moans and leans closer to me, her breasts pressing against my bare chest.
I lie back in the bed and pull her on top of me. Her legs spread to wrap around my waist.
My cock jerks, fully aware that almost nothing stands between me and burying myself inside her. It’s a strangely glorious feeling. One that has my blood pumping inside of me.
Somewhere in the room, I hear someone groan.
Lamia pulls back from me. Her lips are swollen and red, her nipples are hard and visible beneath her thin dress, and her stunning green eyes are surprised.
“I need to get them something to drink.”
Moving my hands up, I rest them on her hips. For some reason, the idea of her leaving me now is more than I can imagine.
“Sleep, Vincent. You need it.”
“I need…you,” I admit.
Her expression is filled with regret. “Let’s see if you feel the same way tomorrow. You aren’t...you aren’t yourself right now.”
“I’m more myself than I’ve ever been,” I tell her.
She leans down slowly and kisses my neck. “Tomorrow.”
When she slides off of me, I almost pull her back. But watching her walk away has a strange effect. I feel…connected to her. Alone without her. And I hate the feeling.
But didn’t I hate her just yesterday?
I press a hand to my head. There is something wrong with me. For the first time since I came back to life, I don’t feel hungry. I don’t feel weak. I just feel…different.
Closing my eyes, I tell myself to sleep.
And after a time, I do. But all I dream of is a beautiful dark-haired woman with sad eyes.