Free Take My Hand [Brac Pack 28] by Lynn Hagen Page A

felt it was his safest response. Strangely enough, Darcy noticed that his face no longer felt like it was on fire. Whatever Raven had done to him, it made his wounds stop hurting, but on the tail end of that thought, Darcy felt his body catch on fire from Raven’s touch. It was a different kind of fire than his wounds, and Darcy admitted to himself that he welcomed this blaze.
“So let me love you, Darcy,” Raven murmured seductively as he pulled his wrists free, going once more for Darcy’s snap. Darcy laid his hands on the side of his body, and then lifted them and rested them over his head. He wasn’t really sure where he should put them.
Raven grinned as he laid a soft kiss on Darcy’s wounded eye. “Leave them where they are. You look sexy lying there letting me have my wicked way with you.”
Darcy stilled, staring directly into Raven’s mouth. He didn’t think his night could get any weirder, but it had. Was he really seeing fangs? Did Raven really have fangs? Gods, his mind just couldn’t register what he was seeing.
The. Man. Had. Fangs.
He had seen them as clear as day when Raven grinned. He knew it wasn’t a trick of the lighting.“What’s going on, Raven?”
Raven leaned forward, pressing his face into Darcy’s neck, and nipped at his skin before licking at the wound in Darcy’s shoulder, a low, guttural growl leaving Raven’s throat.“Do you fear me, Darcy?” He breathed his question out slowly.
“I don’t even know you, Raven.” But he knew one thing. Raven was a vampire. There was no way this could be possible, but the man’s teeth said it all. Now even the biting made sense, and Darcy felt dizzy all over again.
What in the fuck was going on in this town?
“Yes, you do,” Raven said as he leaned back and pulled at the end of Darcy’s pant leg.“Look at me and tell me your soul doesn’t recognize mine. Tell me that you don’t feel like we’ve known each other since the beginning of time. You feel a connection, a pull, something between us that makes you want to stay with me forever.”
“I think you’re hot,” Darcy admitted and then glanced away, afraid to look at Raven now that he knew the truth. He had a vampire hovering above him, stripping Darcy’s clothes from his body. Maybe he suffered more blood loss than he originally thought.
Raven gave a low and seductive chuckle. The sound made Darcy’s cock impossibly harder.“Coming from you, that means a lot to me. But I can smell your fear, Darcy. There is no need for it.”
Darcy looked back at Raven, and then his eyes drifted down to Raven’s mouth.“But you drink blood.”
“I do.”
“My blood.”
“I did.”
“I—” Darcy shook his head, his eyes drifting up toward the ceiling.“I knew there was something strange about this town. It seemed a little too perfect, a little too serene.”
“There is more here than you could ever imagine, Darcy,” Raven said as he ripped Darcy’s shirt from his body. He should be afraid, but he wasn’t. Raven tearing his only good shirt miffed him though. Now what was he going to wear to work in the morning?
“Why do you look angry?”
“Because that was my only shirt,” he admitted.
Raven cocked his head, studying Darcy for a moment, and then shook his head, as if dismissing the silly idea. Darcy dismissed it as well when Raven dipped down and began to lick at his nipple. Hell, he tossed the whole thought process right out of the damn window.
“You have sensitive nipples,” Raven said as he blew a tiny puff of air across Darcy’s moistened nipple. Darcy moaned.
Who knew?“Yeah,” Darcy whimpered, his back arching, trying his best to feed Raven his nipple. Darcy let a soft, drawn-out satisfied sound leave his throat as Raven teased his flesh with his tongue and teeth.
Once again, Darcy was naked while Raven was fully dressed. He wanted to touch the man’s flesh, wanted to feel it under his fingers. The need was so overwhelming that Darcy reached for Raven’s shirt, pulling