took a seat at the table. He sat in the chair closest to her.
Waverly decided to move past the whole mate idea for now. There was something else on her mind that was more serious. “In the shower, you bit me and drank my blood.”
He nodded. “I didn’t plan it that way. I needed it, and I didn’t have the strength to resist taking some of yours. Feeding and sex go hand in hand.”
She felt her face heat with a blush. She knew that from firsthand experience. He’d made her come as he sucked at her neck. And she couldn’t deny that it’d been a damn good orgasm. Her pussy clenched just at the thought of it.
“Okay, good to know,” she said, her voice huskier than she would have liked. “Next time, and I don’t know if there will be, give a little warning before you sink your teeth into me.”
Brolach gave her a sexy grin. “It will happen again. Once a vampire is mated, he or she can only feed from their mate.”
Waverly hid the shiver of delight that went through her by standing and going over to the stove to check on the potatoes. The water had just come to a boil. She turned down the burner and adjusted the lid on the pot. She wasn’t quite ready to face Brolach again.
Strong arms wrapped around her waist from behind and pulled her against a hard body. He nudged her hair away from the side of her neck with his nose, then kissed her there. A surge of awareness shot through her, and she sighed.
“I may have compelled you to get over your fear of me, but how you react to my touch is all you,” Brolach said against her skin.
Waverly couldn’t deny that. She’d be lying to the both of them if she did. The attraction she had for him wasn’t to be ignored, especially when he held her close like now. His heat surrounded her, and his hard body molded to hers. His cock, which was also hard, nestled against the small of her back. She barely resisted the urge to turn in his arms and rub herself against him like a cat that wanted to be petted and stroked.
She sucked in a sharp breath as Brolach dragged the tips of his fangs down the side of her neck. He nipped her gently and skimmed his hands lower to her stomach. He tugged her tighter against him and rocked into her. That caused a throbbing ache to build inside her pussy, matching her rapid heartbeat. She took her bottom lip between her teeth to stop herself from moaning. It didn’t work. A long, drawn-out one escaped her lips as he lifted one hand and covered her breast. He pinched her taut nipple through her shirt and bra.
Waverly could no longer hold still. She moved in time with his thrusts, pushing back to meet each one. Arousal beat through her, heating her blood. Wetness pooled between her thighs. She spread her legs a little wider as he dropped his hand that had rested against her stomach to her pussy. He stroked her, and the need to have him fill her increased.
Brolach kissed up her neck to her ear. He gave the lobe a gentle tug with his teeth. “The scent of your arousal makes me hungry to take you, but I need food first.”
His words had her snapping out of the daze of sexual need that had descended over her. Waverly took a deep shuddering breath and tamped down her desire. She and Brolach were moving a little too fast. At the rate she was going, she’d be falling for him before she could get her mind wrapped around what he was.
“Yeah, I don’t want to burn the chicken,” she said in a husky voice.
Brolach released her and took a step back. She felt the loss of his closeness, but covered it up by opening the oven door to check on the chicken. She then busied herself with testing to see if the potatoes were done. They were.
Waverly turned to find Brolach still close to her, watching. “The food is almost ready,” she said.
She turned away and went about taking out plates and cutlery to set the table. Once she finished, Waverly took the chicken out of the oven, then drained the potatoes before she dished them up. She took a seat at