Free Eternal Seduction by Jennifer Turner Page B

The end.”
    She scrunched up her face. “That’s all? You make it sound so…so impersonal. I thought eating for vampires was supposed to be all sexy and seductive.”
    His shoulders tensed again. “Do you strive to form an emotional connection with every cow you consume?”
    “Oh, that’s a cheap excuse. I can’t talk to a cow.” She laughed. “Well, I thought I could once. The cow ended up being part of a billboard and it only talked to me because of a bad batch of mushrooms.” When he didn’t appear to find her comment nearly as funny as she did, she moved on. “So how do you get a human to let you bite them? Do they know you do it? Do you go out on a date, or do you just grab one and chow down?”
    He spun around to face her, his dark eyes narrowed. “What do you want me to tell you, Logan? That I dress up in tight leather pants and prowl the clubs for a beautiful woman? That when I find one, I stalk her from the shadows until the power of my Ancient blood draws her to me? That once it does, because it always does, I take her home and fuck her until she comes so hard she can barely breathe? And in the second before she does, I sink my fangs into her fragile neck? That when her body shudders and she’s lost in the best sensations she’ll ever feel, I taste every single ripple of pleasure coursing through her blood? That I get off on the rich taste of her just as hard as she gets off on me? Is that what you want me to tell you?”
    Logan opened her mouth then closed it; her mind clouded with images of black leather, sweat slicked bodies and tangled satin sheets. Her ears still rang from the way he’d said the first real curse word she’d heard him use, and the deep inflection he put on it. She’d never heard it sound so enticing, so damn inviting.
    Water. She needed lots of cold, so cold it’d turn your insides to ice, kind of water.
    She watched the corners of Kerestyan’s lips rise ever so slightly as his eyes moved over her neck, then down and across her borrowed shirt. “Perhaps that’s exactly what you wanted me to tell you.”
    She folded her arms. So what if her nipples felt like they were going to jump off her chest and slingshot themselves at him? And really, whose fault was it that she’d just added a brand new scent to his pajama pants since she hadn’t had any clean underwear to put on after her bath?
    It certainly wasn’t hers.
    She might have been detached from the world, but she was still a flesh and blood woman, and her brain was still very much attached to every nerve in her body.
    She swallowed the large knot in her throat. “I…well,” she paused when he smiled and glared back at him. “You said all that on purpose! You’re a bastard. That little rant was unbelievably unnecessary and completely uncalled for.”
    In the space of a single heartbeat, his smile turned dangerous at the edges. “So was your licking your lips after setting the bottle of blood back on the counter.” He moved towards her, the powerful muscles of his thighs flexing underneath the dark material of his pants. “You didn’t get it all, you know.”
    Logan raised a hand to wipe her mouth, but jumped when Kerestyan caught her wrist before she could follow through. She stared up into his marbled eyes as he nudged her thighs apart with his own. Her heart slammed against her ribs.
    Oh no, he isn’t. He is…
    He leaned down, lips hovering barely above hers. “Which part was it, Logan?” The heat from his breath and the moisture on his bottom lip caught and tugged at hers. “Was it the biting that stirred you…or the fucking?”
    She silently cursed her dependence on oxygen when her lips parted to allow the sharp inhale of air she was sure she’d die without. Her thighs trembled as the strong fingers of his free hand circled the wrist still folded over her chest.
    Good Lord, how was she supposed to breathe with him so close?
    She gasped, her thoughts scattering in a thousand different directions when