Part 35 (1/2)
”Uh-uh. I'm not ready for that yet.”
”Not ready or the idea scares you?”
She took a deep breath then belched. ”Both.”
There he went again. Aloofness showed on his face. .She was saying the wrong things to the wrong person... vampire. Whatever!
”You're running out of time. I don't know how long we'll be stuck here in this cabin together.” He leaned forward. The blanket wrapped around his waist fell open. His lower region shadowed. ”I chased the rats out but with the food on the floor they'll want to come back.”
”If I eat big meals twice a day, I should be okay.”
”I've bitten you three times already,” he said, ignoring her last statement.” Then he covered his mouth in mock surprise. ”Oh my bad. It's been four times.”
She wanted to slap him so hard his brother would feel it. ”You bit me when we made love last night?”
”I bit you in the apartment, in the subway as well as here in the cabin after we had s.e.x last night. I bit you the first time we made love.”
”You didn't.”
”I did. Think back, Ilida.”
The aloof expression on Daedalus's face changed to cold hardness. His violet eyes turned icy blue. He bore into her eyes, waiting as a chill grew between them.
”Why don't I remember?”
”I didn't remember until after I woke with your taste in my mouth.”
”That's bull! I thought you fed to live only.”
”I've developed an appet.i.te for you.”
Just what she wanted to hear. She gives a vampire a voracious appet.i.te. He gave her one in return, though it's an appet.i.te for all of him.
”So now what?”
”There's more. I shared blood with you once.”
She couldn't help but touch her throat. She ran her fingertips over the bite marks. The jagged wounds pulsed. Reminding her, she was his.
”If I share blood with you again forget about going back to your old life.”
”I swallowed your blood?”
”Not without protest on your part.” He smiled. ”You wanted to live. You swallowed my blood.”
She remembered the salty sweet taste in her mouth. She s.h.i.+vered wrapping the blanket tightly around her, but it wasn't from the cold.
”You must hate the idea,” he taunted. ”You think we're all the same, Ilida, willing to bite anything that moves.”
”And you're like a wounded child or animal striking at whomever might hurt you. I don't think you're like those other vampires.”
”Well now. Why don't I believe you?” Daedalus's mouth took on a cruel twist. ”Should I f.u.c.k you again to get the truth?”
”Read my thoughts. You have no problem doing that.”
”A good f.u.c.k might work best.”
Despite the fear coursing through her, she felt an unpleasant, hot desire. She didn't know which emotion to hang onto first. She wanted him.
He was in her blood, and she was going to give him whatever he wanted. ”I think you're trying to scare me. But I've been scared enough for a lifetime.”
He crawled over to her as if stalking her. His big erect p.e.n.i.s swung back and forth like a pendulum. She still cowered against the couch.
”I'm not trying to scare you, Ilida. Changing you might be the only way to save your life,” he said as he leaped on top of her.
The cold rotted floor greeted her back. She bit her lip and parted her blankets. ”You would make a wonderful relief counselor, you know that.”
”Do you know I bit your c.l.i.toris last night?”
She followed his gaze to the hairy curls between her legs. Her c.l.i.toris convulsed. Her folds wetted. Her body and her erratic feelings had nothing to do with reason. He turned her on and that was the G.o.d's honest truth.
He didn't lower his hips to hers, yet. He touched her with his eyes and audibly sucked in air.
”You're already wet. Is this what frightened rabbits do when they want someone, but just can't take the leap?”
”I'm not a frightened rabbit.”
”No you aren't. You're a beautiful, brave woman who can more than deal with anything that comes from this moment forward. Get used to the new you.”
She didn't want to get used to anything. She wanted to go back to the way her life was before Daedalus blew into it. She gave him a right punch in the shoulder for it. ”Go to West H!”
He c.o.c.ked an eyebrow. She knew it would have hurt an ordinary individual, but not him. She knew he read her thoughts then.
”You scare me, Illy.”
He lowered his head for a moment then gazed at her hard.
”How?”
”You make me vulnerable. I don't like being vulnerable.”
She believed him. His voice echoed around her and over the crackle of the fire. ”Why do I make you vulnerable?”
”Because you care.”
His expression was l.u.s.tful, hungry. She found her body responding. ”Where I come from, caring isn't so bad.”