Free BloodlustandMetal by Lisa Carlisle

feeding you blood, the
erotic blend of blood and sex that almost had you begging him for more. Don’t think
about how his moan sent shivers of excitement through your body as you kissed
his jawline, his ears, his neck. And definitely don’t think about how his blood
tasted when you bit him. A delicious meal and sensuous pleasure that left you
almost weeping for more.
    No, not had, but present tense, has.
    I want more of him. To taste him, to touch him, to kiss
him again. And everything that his muscular body can give.
    My mind and body sent so many mixed messages while he kissed
me that it was almost impossible to think clearly. My body yearned for more of
him, while my mind thought of survival. I could bite him right now. Rip his
neck out and run away.
    No, that wouldn’t work because I was still tied to a bed
with no apparent way to get out of this situation. If I killed him, the one
person who could untie me would wind up a stinky rotting corpse on the floor
while I waited and hungered for blood as the days went by.
    And Stefano would probably be the one to come after me next.
His first stop would likely be to look for the bounty hunter he hired to catch
me.
    If I killed Devon, my body would never forgive me for ending
the pleasure that it had been denied for so long. The way he had touched me had
set every fiber of my being on fire. I didn’t want it to end. Where would it
have gone if I hadn’t bitten him?
    I settled back down on his bed and let the cotton of the
pillowcase cool my cheek, which was blazing from both my anger and passion. The
sheets smelled like Devon. That masculine scent where I could catch the faint
trace of an animal, although not strong enough so I could detect what type he
was.
    When he slept here, did he wear pajamas? Or did he sleep in
the nude? That muscular body sliding over these sheets.
    We could have been sliding on these sheets together right
now. I closed my eyes, picturing our kiss had it gone differently if he hadn’t
tied me up and instead we’d met in a very different scenario. Then our kiss
would have been the start of a very promising night rather than the first and
last one before we said goodbye.
    I’d never been with a shifter before. Rewind—I’d never met a shifter before. The thought of a man who could change into an animal sent
another thrill of excitement through me. Remembering how he said he’d be an
animal in bed didn’t help quell the fantasy.
    What kind of animal did he turn into anyway? I pictured a
wolf. That was the most likely, wasn’t it—werewolves. But I’d heard of other
types of shifters. Bears, mountain lions, tigers. What if he was completely out
there and could transform into some kind of sea serpent?
    Then my fantasy returned to Devon as a pure, hot-blooded
human male. One with passion in his eyes and a softness to his touch the way
I’d experienced with him tonight. Had our kiss progressed, Devon would have
taken his time undressing me, kissing my skin as he tortured me with his slow
seduction. I would have to be patient to savor the moment while inside I
screamed more, more, more.
    My patience would be awarded when he finally entered me. We
would move as one as we relished how our bodies fit. His smooth cock inside me,
filling me almost to the point of pain. But my body would adjust to his girth,
wrapping around him and rising with him as I brought him to the point of
ecstasy. We would climb together—so close—to that peak we both sought…
    No, I won’t fantasize about him! He’s my captor, not my lover.
    I would have crossed my arms and pouted had I not been tied
up. Tied up by that jerk.
    I was glad that my one chance for survival overpowered my
raging libido and bit his stupid neck.
    “Asshole!” I called out.
    “Bloodsucking leech,” he shouted back.
    There was a reason vampires and shapeshifters didn’t mix,
after all, even if I wasn’t exactly sure why. What was so special about them
anyway? Humans who transformed into