Bleed For Me (Loved By Gods #1)(2)
Author: Cynthia Eden

And he was touching her again.

Her head whipped to the left and her gaze immediately locked on Mr. Perfect’s. Then, slowly, helplessly, her stare dropped to his throat. She could see his pulse beating and could even hear the soft swoosh of his blood.

He wouldn’t be the kind of man that she could control.

“Looking for someone?” His voice was like a stroke over her flesh.

She managed to nod.

“Forget him.” He brought her hand to his lips. Pressed a kiss to her knuckles, and his tongue slid against her skin. “I can give you a night you’ll never forget.”

She’d give him that, too. It was hard to forget some nightmares.

Her heart raced like mad, and her knees trembled. Okay, he wasn’t weak prey, but maybe that would be a good thing. He was so big and strong that she shouldn’t have to worry about her bite hurting him too much. And a big guy like him…surely he’d be fine with losing a few pints of blood?

“Why don’t you come with me?” He leaned in close, and his fingers feathered down her cheek. My, he was warm. “I’ll take care of all your…needs.”

Her teeth began to ache. He was so close to her now. So close.

Oh, damn, if she didn’t drink soon, she was going to break down.The hard, driving hunger lanced through her. Her hands curled into fists, and her nails bit into her palms.

The hunk would have to do because she didn’t know how much longer she’d be able to hold it together. Terese turned and carefully fit her body against his. “I want you,” she whispered, deliberately pitching her voice low in what she hoped was a seductive tone. She didn’t know how to use compulsions, didn’t know how to do hardly any of the damn things that vampires were supposed to do. So she was just going to have to wing it and rely on her skills as a woman.

Apollo gazed down at her. “Do you?” He didn’t seem surprised. Cocky bastard. One golden brow lifted. “Well, what are we going to do about that?” He smiled again, his dimples flashing.

My turn. She lifted his hand, raised it to her lips, and licked his index finger.

His jaw clenched.

“Do you…know a place we can go…to be alone?” Hades was packed with people, filled with hazy smoke and blaring music. Now that she’d found her prey, she wanted to go someplace else, someplace quiet—someplace where no one would disturb them.

Where no one would hear him scream.

Just in case he was the screaming kind.

“Upstairs.” He turned on his heel pulled her behind him. “Come on.” The good-natured humor was gone from his voice. Only dark need remained.

The people around them parted as if by magic, and Apollo led her past the bar and its black counter top, to a heavy, metal door. He shoved open the door and ushered her inside.

“What—”

An old, twisting staircase led to the next floor. Apollo slammed the metal door behind her and instantly muted the thunderous music and the voices of the crowd.

Terese inched forward as hunger, anticipation, and ice-cold fear filled her. Would she be able to do it?

“Not changing your mind, are you?” he asked, voice rumbling.

She could feel his c**k pressing against her. Apollo was definitely game up for the seduction, and honestly, so was she. It was what came after the seduction that scared her.

“I promise,” he told her, “you won’t regret going with me.”

No, but he might regret going with her.

His fingers slipped beneath the plunging neckline of her dress and eased down to fondle her br**sts.

A moan trembled on her lips.

“Oh, that’s good.” His fingers stroked her, plucking the tender flesh, and teasing her ni**les. “But I want you naked. I want to see you. Taste you.”

She definitely wanted to taste him.

His c**k pulsed against her, and she wondered what it would feel like inside of her. Plunging into her.

It had been so long. Too long.

With a final soft stroke, his hands fell away. She edged forward, placing her foot on the bottom step. Once she went upstairs with him, there would be no going back.

The stair creaked beneath her weight.

The rasp of Apollo’s deep breathing filled the air.

She could still hear the soft, echoing swoosh of his pounding blood, calling to her, tempting her.

She took another step.

No going back.

Her teeth were burning now, already stretching in preparation for the bite. She’d have to get him ready and make certain he was so far gone that he didn’t feel her teeth when they sank into his flesh, that he—hopefully—wouldn’t feel any pain.

She climbed up the stairs, moving faster with each step. Her body shook with hunger. A new, yearning need filled her. A need for him. Apollo.

Terese wanted him to touch her. She wanted those strong, warm hands on her flesh. She wanted him to put his mouth on her br**sts.

They were at the top of the stairs now. A wooden door waited in front of her.

Her hand lifted, and her fingers curled around the silver knob.

“Go on,” Apollo urged. “Unless you’ve changed your mind…”

No. Haven’t done that. She opened the door. Stepped inside. Saw the couch. The king-sized bed. The small kitchen.

He kicked the door closed behind her. Then he caught her arms, spun her around and pushed her up against the rough wood. His hands clenched around the straps of her dress, and he yanked them down, baring her br**sts.

Apollo inhaled sharply as he stared at her. Then his head lowered, and he took her breast into his mouth.

His tongue stroked her nipple, laving it with rough care. His fingers found her other breast. They tightened, plucking and squeezing the nipple. And his mouth kept sucking her…

Her sex grew moist. His thigh wedged between her legs, and her skirt hiked up. She pushed down against that strong thigh, rubbing, arching.

His head lifted, and his lips gleamed with moisture. He stared at her with shining blue eyes. “I’m going to f**k you, Terese.”

She swallowed. Yes, that had been the plan. Part of it.

His thigh pressed upward, and the hard muscle rubbed against her tender flesh. “You’re wet for me, aren’t you?”

A slow nod. Her panties were soaked. And he’d only just started to really touch her.

“Good.” That smile flashed again. “I’m hard as stone for you.” His arms locked around her, and he lifted her easily, carrying her toward the bed.

He dropped her lightly onto the mattress then yanked off her dress, pulling with rough force. He dropped the dress onto the floor and left her clad in just her black lace panties. Licking his lips, he stepped back, and began to strip.