"Well? Shall we make it real?"
She lowered her hands and looked him in the face. A light shiver ran down her body. She whispered, "Lock the door."
A storm of strong emotions surged through Roman— excitement, desire, and most of all, relief. She hadn't given up on him. In a swoosh, he zoomed to the door, locked it, and returned to her.
As he came to a standstill, black dots circled his head. Using vampire speed had drained too much of his energy, and he needed what little energy he had left for Shanna. He lifted a foot and peeled off her sock. One foot at a time now. This was real, so he was confined to only two hands. No mind tricks.
Her feet were a little different from what he had imagined. Longer and slimmer. Her second toe was as long as her big toe. These little details hadn't entered his imagination last night, but now, now they seemed paramount. This was the real Shanna, not an erotic dream. And no dream could ever compare to her in real life.
He clasped an ankle and lifted her leg. It was long and beautifully shaped. He ran an appreciative hand over her calf. Her skin was as soft as he had imagined, but once again, there were details he hadn't expected. A few freckles above her knee, and on the inside of her thigh, a small, flat mole. It drew him like a magnet. He pressed his lips against it. The warmth of Shanna's skin surprised him. This was new. Different. Vampires didn't generate much heat, so during all his years of vampire sex, he had never imagined body heat. Or smell. Her skin smelled of clean, fresh woman and… life. Life-giving blood. A large vein throbbed just under her skin. Type A Positive. He rubbed his nose against her inner thigh, enjoying the rich, metallic scent.
Stop! He turned his head to rest his cheek against her thigh. He had to stop before instinct took over and his fangs sprang out. In fact, just to be safe, he should drink a quick bottle of blood before continuing.
But then his nostrils flared with another scent. Not blood, but equally intoxicating. It was coming from beneath her panties. Arousal. God's blood, it was sweet. He could have never imagined such a potent fragrance. His groin swelled, straining against his cotton boxers. Her scent lured him in until his nose was pressed against the lace.
Shanna gasped. Her body shuddered.
Roman straightened, standing between her legs. He grasped the top edge of her underwear and drew the fabric down a few inches. His knuckles were nestled in a mass of curly hair.
He stared. God's blood, he should have known. After all, she came in color. His gaze met hers.
"You're a redhead?"
"I… guess." She licked her lips. "Some call it strawberry blond."
"Reddish gold." He rubbed his knuckles against the springy hair. The texture was different—coarse, curly, exciting. He smiled at her. "I should have realized. You have the temper of a redhead."
She gave him a wry look. "I had every right to be furious."
He shrugged. "Vampire sex is overrated. This…" He glanced down at his fingers entwined in her curls. "This is much better." He slipped a finger into the moist cleft.
With a gasp, she started. "Oh God, what you do to me." She pressed a hand to her chest as if to ease her breathing. "You don't… make me react like this, do you? I mean, last night, when you were in my head…"
"I planted the sensations in your mind. Your reactions were your own." He burrowed his finger deeper into the wet heat until he was rubbing against the slick nubbin.
She let out a long moan.
"Your reactions are so beautiful." His finger was drenched. The scent wafted up to him, heady and rich. His groin hardened, urging him to get on with it. He eased her underwear over her hips and down her legs, then dropped it on the floor.
She welcomed him between her legs, spreading them for him, then wrapping them around his waist.
His erection was damned uncomfortable, but before he did anything, he wanted to see her. He bent over and brushed back the damp curls. There, there was the sweet flesh, swollen and glistening with the dew of her own desire. Desire for him. It was almost too much to bear. He clamped down on his own raging need. Not yet.
He wanted to taste her first.
He slipped his hands under her rump and lifted her to his mouth. She cried out. Her legs wrapped tighter about him, then trembled with each slow lick. He began a tender exploration, but soon, Shanna's little cries incited him to push it harder and faster. She dug her heels into him and writhed against him. He held on to her hips and applied vampire speed to his tongue.
With a jolt, she screamed. A gush of her sweet fragrance covered his face. She was quivering in her release, panting for breath. Her swollen sex was pressed against him. Engorged, red, and pulsating with blood. He turned his head, trying to escape the inevitable reaction. But her thigh squeezed against his nose, the blood in her vein throbbing against his skin.
The instinct to survive roared through him. His fangs sprang forth, and he sank them into the rich vein of her inner thigh. Her blood filled his mouth. Her scream filled his ears, but he couldn't stop.
The hunger-lust was upon him, and he couldn't remember ever tasting such rich, delicious blood.
She yelled and struggled to pull away. He clasped her leg to his mouth and drew a long, succulent gulp.
"Roman, stop!" She kicked him with her free leg.
He froze. God's blood. What had he done? He had sworn never to bite a mortal again. He ripped his fangs out. Blood dripped from the punctures on her leg.
She squirmed on the chaise to put distance between them. "Get away from me!"
"Sha—" He realized his fangs were still extended. With the last, dying remnants of his strength, he forced his fangs to recede. They didn't want to. He was so hungry. So damned weak. He needed to get to the counter where he'd left a bottle of blood.
Something trickled down his chin. Her blood. Goddammit, no wonder she was watching him with such a stricken look of horror. He must look like a monster.
He was a monster. And he'd bitten the woman he loved.
CHAPTER 21
He'd bitten her.
Shanna saw him wandering toward the wet bar as if nothing was wrong. Nothing? That was her blood on his face. She stared at the punctures on her left thigh. Thank God, he'd stopped before draining her dry. Otherwise, she'd be in a coma right now, waiting to be transformed.
Oh God. She lowered her head into her hands. What did she expect? Dance with the devil, and you're going to get burned. Surprisingly enough, it didn't bum, didn't even sting. The pain had been short-lived. It was the shock that had terrified her. The shock of seeing his fangs spring out, of feeling them pop through her skin. And then she'd seen his fangs dripping with her own blood. At least she hadn't fainted. Her instinct for survival had kicked in.
He had lost complete control. Normally she would love the notion that she could totally unhinge a man during sex. Who wouldn't want that kind of sexual power? But unhinging Roman meant unleashing a vampire who thought she was breakfast.
Oh God, how could such a relationship work? As much as her heart longed for Roman, the only safe way to deal with him was at a distance. She could accept his protection for the time being, but not his passion.
And that hurt. It hurt a lot more than the damn pricks in her leg. Why did he have to be a vampire? He was such a wonderful man. He would be perfect for her if he weren't dead. She gazed at the ceiling. Why? All I wanted was a normal life, and You give me a vampire? What kind of divine justice is that?
A loud thud was her response. Shanna twisted on the chaise to look behind her. Roman had collapsed on the floor a few feet from the wet bar.
"Roman?" She stood. He lay still, facedown on the carpet.
"Roman?" She approached him slowly.
With a moan, he rolled onto his back. "I… need… blood."
Good God, he looked terrible. He must be starving. He couldn't have taken much from her. She spotted the bottle on the counter. Blood. A full bottle. Yeech. She didn't want to do this. She could dress and bring in the guard from outside. She glanced at Roman.
His eyes were shut, his skin pale as death. He couldn't wait. She had to take action. Now.
She stood there frozen, her heart hammering in her chest. For a second, she felt as if she were back behind the potted plants, watching Karen die. And she had done nothing. She'd let fear keep her from helping Karen. She couldn't do that again.
She swallowed hard and walked toward the bottle of blood. When she reached the counter, the smell of it brought back wretched memories. Her best friend lying in a puddle of blood. She turned her head, trying not to breathe in the aroma. She had another friend now, and he needed this. She closed her hand around the bottle. It was cold. Should she warm it up so it would taste fresh? He r stomach churned at the thought.
"Shanna."
She glanced toward him. Roman was struggling to sit up. Good God, the man was so weak. So vulnerable. Maybe it wasn't surprising that he'd bitten her when he needed blood so badly. It was more surprising that he'd managed to pull away from her. He'd put himself at risk.
"I'm coming." She knelt beside him. With one arm, she supported his shoulders, and with the other, she lifted the bottle to his mouth. Blood. Bile rose in her throat. Her hand trembled, and a few drops rolled down his chin. A memory flashed of blood oozing from Karen's mouth. "Oh God." Her hand shook.
Roman reached up to steady her hand, but his was shaking, too. He drank long and deep, his throat moving with each gulp.
"Are you helping me do this? Mentally?" He'd used mind control at the dentist office to help her overcome her fear.
He lowered the bottle. "No. I wouldn't have the strength." He raised the bottle back to his mouth. So she was overcoming her fear on her own. She still felt a little nauseated, watching him guzzle down cold blood, but she hadn't fainted.
"I'mbetter now. Thank you." He raised the bottle one more time and finished the last of the contents.
"Okay." She straightened. "I guess I'll be going then."
"Wait." He rose slowly to his feet. "Let me…" He took her arm. "I want to take care of you."
"I'm all right." She didn't know whether to laugh or cry. She was standing there half-naked with holes in her thigh. Maybe it was shock. It felt more like grief. Like a heavy, black stone, crushing her heart and constantly reminding her that a relationship with a vampire could never work.
"Come." He led her into his bedroom.
She glanced sadly at his king-sized bed. If only he were mortal. By the looks of his bedroom, he was neat and orderly. He drew her into the bathroom. And look, he even kept the toilet seat down.
Who could ask for more? If only he were alive.
He turned on the water faucet above the sink. There were no mirrors, just an oil painting of a pretty landscape. Green hills, red flowers, and a brilliant sun. Maybe he missed seeing the sun. It would be hard to live without the sun.
He dampened a washcloth and leaned over to clean her thigh. The warm cloth felt soothing. She had a sudden urge to simply fold up and collapse on the floor.
"I'm so sorry, Shanna. This won't happen again."
No, it wouldn't. Her eyes filled with tears. No more loving, no more passion. She couldn't afford to love a vampire.
"Does it hurt?"
She looked away so he couldn't see the gathering tears.
"I guess it does." He straightened. "It should have never happened. I haven't bitten anyone in eighteen years, not since the introduction of synthetic blood. Well, that's not quite true. There was one emergency transformation. Gregori."
"Radinka told me about it. You didn't want to do it."
"No." Roman dug through a drawer and removed two Band-Aids. "I didn't want to condemn his immortal soul."
Spoken like a true medieval monk. Shanna's heart ached for him. He obviously thought his own soul was damned.
He tore open the wrappers. "A vampire is always the hungriest when he first awakes in the evening. I was just about to eat when you came in. I should have had a bottle before making love." He attached the Band-Aids over her wounds. "From now on, we make sure I eat first."
There was no from now on. "I… I can't."
"Can't what?"
He looked so worried. And so damned beautiful. Color had seeped back into his skin. His shoulders were broad.
His chest was bare with a mat of black hair that looked so soft and touchable. His golden-brown eyes watched her steadily.
Shanna blinked back the tears. "I can't… believe you have a toilet." Chicken, she chided herself. But she hated to hurt him. She hated to hurt herself.
He looked surprised. "Oh, well, I use it."
"You use a toilet?"
"Yes. Our bodies only require red blood cells. Stuff like plasma and the added ingredients from
Fusion Cuisine are all unnecessary and become waste."
"Oh." That was really more than she needed to know.
He tilted his head. "Are you all right?"
"Sure." She turned and left the bathroom, aware that he was watching her naked rump. So much for a graceful exit. She crossed his office to the pile of clothes on the floor.
She was dressed and sitting on the chaise, tying her shoes, when he came into the office. He removed another bottle from the mini-fridge and popped it into the microwave. He was fully dressed now—black jeans and a gray polo shirt. His face was washed, his hair brushed. He was absolutely beautiful and apparently still hungry.
The microwave dinged and he poured the warmed blood into a glass. "I owe you my thanks."
Sipping from the glass, he strode toward the desk. "I shouldn't have allowed myself to get so hungry. You were very kind to help me after… what I did."
"You mean after biting me?"
"Yes." He looked irritated as he sat behind his desk. "I prefer to look at the positive side of this."
"You're kidding, right?"
"No. A few nights ago, you fainted at the mere sight of blood. I had to help you through the dental procedure, or you would have fainted again. But tonight you fed me blood. You're conquering your fear, Shanna. That's something to be proud of."
Well, yes. She was making definite progress.
"And we have proof of what an excellent dentist you are."
"How's that?"
"You implanted my fang, and it's working perfectly."
She snorted. "Right. I have the marks to prove it."
"That was an unfortunate mistake, but it's good to know the tooth is fixed. You did a great job."
"Oh yeah. It would be terrible for you to have only one working fang. Your friends might want to call you Lefty."
He raised his eyebrows. "I suppose you're angry." He took a deep breath. "I suppose I deserve it."
She wasn't angry. She was hurt, sad, and tired. Tired of trying to adjust to every shocking event that had occurred in the last few days. A part of her just wanted to crawl into bed and never come out.
How could she even begin to explain how she felt? "I—" She was saved by a sudden rattling of the doorknob.
"Roman?" Gregori knocked on the door. "What's the deal with locking the door? We have an appointment."
"Damn, I forgot," Roman muttered. "Excuse me." He zipped to the door, turned the lock, then zipped back to the desk.
Shanna's mouth fell open. Vampire speed was so disconcerting to watch. Though it certainly came in handy during sex. She blushed. She couldn't afford to think about sex. Not when it was followed by sharp fangs and loss of blood.
"Hey, bro." Gregori strolled into the office with a portfolio under his arm. He was dressed in formal evening wear, complete with a dashing cape. "I have the presentation ready for our solution to the poor problem. Hey, sweetcakes." He nodded in Shanna's direction.
"Hi." She stood. "I should be going."
"I don't mind. In fact, I'd like your opinion." Gregori removed some large cards from his portfolio and propped the bottom edge of the stack on Roman's desk.
Shanna sat as she read the first one. How to encourage poor Vamps to drink synthetic blood.
Roman glance
d at Shanna. "It's been difficult to persuade the poor to buy synthetic blood when they can get all they want fresh. And for free."
"You mean they can go straight to the food source— mortals." She frowned at him. "Like me."
He returned her gaze with a look that said, Get over it.
Gregori looked from one to the other. "Am I interrupting something?"
"No." Shanna motioned toward the posters. "Please continue."
With a smile, Gregori started his pitch. "The mission at Romatech Industries is to make the world safer for mortals and vampires alike. I know I speak for all of us at Romatech when I say I would never want to harm a mortal." He turned the first card facedown, so that the second card was revealed.
There were two words. Cheap. Convenient. Shanna could only hope they weren't referring to her.
"I believe these two factors are the solution to our poor problem," Gregori continued. "I've discussed the cheap factor with Laszlo, and he's had a brilliant idea. Since we only need red blood cells in order to survive, Laszlo plans to formulate a mixture of red blood cells and water. It would be much cheaper to produce than the normal synthetic blood or one of your Fusion Cuisine drinks."
Roman nodded. "It's also likely to taste like swill."
"We'll work on the taste. Now, for the convenience factor." Gregori revealed the next poster in his presentation. It showed a building with a drive-through window.
"This is a Vamp restaurant," he explained. "The menu will include Fusion Cuisine favorites like Chocolood and Blood Lite, but it will also have the new, cheaper mixture. The meals will be warmed up and served quickly."
Shanna blinked. "A fast-food restaurant?"
"Exactly!" Gregori nodded at her. "And with our new mixture of red blood cells and water, it'll be very cheap."
"A vampire value meal! What will you call the place? Bat in a Box? Vampire King?" To Shanna's surprise, a giggle escaped.
Gregori chuckled. "You're good at this."
Roman wasn't laughing. He was watching Shanna curiously.
She ignored him and pointed at the drive-through window. "Won't it be dangerous to have a drivethrough?
I mean, a normal human could get in line, thinking it's a real restaurant, and then see that the menu has nothing but blood. That would sorta blow your big secret, wouldn't it?"
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