Picture: Collette, ears are hidden by her hair.
My eyes flutter open and I gag at the scent of Holy water and Dead Man’s Blood. I glance over and see Sam sitting worriedly in the chair next to my cot. He looked half asleep. I take a shallow breath so that I got less of his scent in my lungs. His scent of caramel and cinnamon was sweet and spicy making me moan softly.
His eyes snap open. I gulp at the darkness of his sexy hazel eyes when they focused on me. Sam stands up and shuffles closer to me. His scent was grateful and inviting. I attempt to get up but realize I am tied up. A gasp escapes me as Sam smirks, his aura becoming sexual quickly. He crawls up on my hips and straddles me.
“That a knife in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?” I blurt and he chuckles.
It was a warm, loving and inviting. I felt like I was being invited to drink tea with Queen Elizabeth the whatever. A smile is thrown at me and my heart skipped a beat. Damn those dimples. Was it just me, or did you melt too?
“That is a knife but yes I am happy to see you Nova.” He says airily and leans down, kissing me hello.
“Mhmm.” I hum against his plump lips.
Sam smiles against my lips and pulls away. He leans up and undoes the cuffs holding me to the bed. I immediately shoot out of the bed, knocking Sam off me. I really, really had to drink something or I would lose my marbles. Running outside, I tackle a squirrel from a tree and drain it of its blood. I moan and lick my lips before returning to the house.
Sam was waiting for me on the porch. An amused smile was on his luscious lips. I skip over to him and he engulfs me in his large arms joyfully. I was picked up and cuddled to him lovingly. Inhaling his scent I let out a moan of appreciation. I nuzzle up to his neck and lick the mark there.
“N-nova.” Sam groans huskily.
“Mhmm?” I hum against his skin.
“Do it.” He begs and I drag my fangs across my mate mark, teasing him.
I finally allow myself to puncture the skin, moaning at the taste of it. It was like cinnamon and caramel and heat. Yummy, yummy. His blood pours into my mouth and I moan loudly, lapping it up like a cat drinking milk. I pull my fangs out before I release too much venom. The amount he has already was barely enough to even stay human. You see, there a two ways to become a vampire: one, get bit and change; two, drink my blood muthah fuckah.
“Don’t go.” Sam whimpers.
“I’m not going anywhere. Unless you want me to leave, then I will leave.” I slur out, drunk and high off his scent and blood.
“Don’t ever leave me again.” He orders and I could only nod.
“Okay.” I breathe out.
