Fangs for Freaks (Book 2: Half-blood vampire series)

Chapter Nine

“Thomas, are you okay?” I rushed over to help him.

“What makes you ask a thing like that?” he demanded, struggling to escape the pond without getting his other foot wet. I grabbed his hand and pulled him toward me.

“Well, I just wondered if you ever felt like biting me. Like in the heat of the moment or anything.” If my face could burn with shame, it would be a deep shade of crimson.

“Colby?” Thomas asked, using his exasperated-but-must-have-details voice.

“I’ve heard some people, some living people think that it’s sort of a turn-on. Getting bit by a vampire.” I peeked through my lashes to check out his face.

He definitely looked uncomfortable with the turn our conversation was taking.

“Who did you hear that from?”

I blew out my breath and confessed, “One of the Tribunal Security guards. Is it true, then?”

Thomas ran his fingers through his soft brown hair and then massaged the back of his neck, obviously trying to think of how to say what he was going to say in a way I would understand.

“Well?” I prompted, starting to enjoy his discomfort.

“Well, yes. Some living and Undead enjoy the art of biting when, uh, experiencing certain intimate acts and uh, maybe I have been known to think, uh, certain thoughts about you in, uh, that way.” He finished talking and looked like he was going to faint.

“So, is that a yes then?” I questioned, looking for some clarification on the subject.

He looked at the ground, his wet pant leg and then the club. I was watching him pretty intently and thought I caught a quick affirmative nod.

“And that doesn’t strike you as a little gross? Feeding on your girlfriend?” I was certainly puzzled by the appeal.

“Col-by.” He was using that tone again and drawing out my name to sound more like a groan. Hey, I wasn’t the one with perverted biting fantasies here.

“Can we talk about this someplace more private please?” he pleaded and I turned to look around.

“We’re the only ones here, Thomas. It doesn’t get much more private than total isolation.” Really, the man had no sense of timing at all.

Finally, he gave up speaking to me altogether and pulled me roughly into his arms. Yeah baby. His mouth was on mine and I dropped the stupid club and threw my arms around his neck. We were pressed so closely together I could feel every outline of his body—and I mean every outline. The guy was happy to see me, if you know what I mean.

His tongue was dancing with mine, his hands were all over my back, my shoulders and my butt. After much heated making out, he smoothed his hands over my braids, captured my face and rained kisses over my lips, jawline and neck. I gripped his shoulders tightly, pulling him closer; but it was impossible to get any closer to him than I was.

I felt his mouth open and wanted to warn him not to give me a hickey (because really, they make you look so cheap) and gasped when I felt his fangs pierce my skin. This wasn’t like before, when I was attacked and brutally bitten. This was sexy, erotic and a total turn-on. My back arched and I moaned his name. It felt like every romance novel I ever read. Okay, so I’ve read a few steamy vampire books. Like you haven’t?

This wasn’t disgusting or painful or mere feeding. This was passion between two consenting Undead. And it was HOT!

“Thomas,” I moaned again, causing him to pause and take stock of his surroundings. We were in the middle of a miniature golf island and I’d practically wrapped my legs around his waist trying to get closer to him. We might have privacy to talk but I believe we were still in full view of the freeway.