Lizzy's Lessons (The Hunt Family Series) by Selena Cross

dead. Cole felt bad for her death, but she had attacked him on his own territory and wouldn’t submit when she should have. It was the way of the lynx-shifter and he would not feel guilty for her life, even if she’d mothered a couple of his kit.
    He changed back to his human form and walked over to Elizabeth’s unconscious body. She should have listened to him when he said to stay inside and this would have never happened. He was angry that she couldn’t seem to listen to one single order and couldn’t understand why she had to be so difficult.
    He picked her up and carried her back to the cottage, where he unlocked his front door and went directly to his room.
    “Elizabeth, wake up,” he commanded as he threw her on the bed.
    “No, leave me alone, you jerk,” she replied, sluggishly.
    Cole growled, but she didn’t even acknowledge it. Then he stood back and took stock of the situation. Her clothes were ripped to shreds and her coat had a large hole in one sleeve and seemed to be soaked in blood. He quickly removed the coat to find that she did in fact have a large chunk of her arm torn open. It looked as if her arm was trying to repair itself but was taking longer than it should and she was losing more blood.
    He groaned when he realized what was wrong. She was a vampire and needed blood in order to repair herself. He’d spent the last two days ignoring the fact that she needed blood to survive and worrying more about wanting to fuck her.
    “Elizabeth, wake up,” he demanded again, grabbing her around the waist and hoisting her onto his lap as he sat down on the bed with her.
    “No, don’t touch me you asshole, just leave me alone.” She smacked at him, but she was so weak it was more like a pat.
    “Elizabeth, you need blood to heal and I am the only one to give it to you, so you need to wake up and bite me,” he argued.
    “Yeah, right, the man who hates me wants me to drink his blood to heal me,” she snorted, and guilt clawed at his gut because she thought he hated her.
    “I don’t hate you, Elizabeth,” he said, letting one of his claws extend and piercing his skin before bringing her face near the blood that came out. “Now please, drink and heal yourself.”
    She tried to fight him for a split second, but Cole held her head in the place, until she finally gave in.
    He shivered when her little tongue swept across his skin, lapping up his blood. How could it feel so erotic?
    However, it wasn’t until her fangs pierced his skin and she started to suckle at his neck, drinking his blood that his body practically exploded with pleasure/pain sensations and he had the biggest orgasm he’d ever had in his life, his hot seed bathing his lower stomach and her clothing.
    She straddled him and he grabbed her hips, letting her ride his cock through her jeans while she drank. Now he knew why so many people wanted to be donors for vampires. The orgasm alone was enough to make him addicted.
    He knew she was rubbing her clit against the bottom of his cock, and he could feel her wetness through her jeans. He wanted to peel them away from her and impale her on his cock as she sucked his blood from his neck. He climbed higher and higher, as she began to moan and mewl in his ear, until he broke over the precipice again and came hard.
    He distinctly remembered hearing her cries of pleasure as she had apparently cum too, and then feeling her lick his wound closed before sliding off his lap and lying down.
    His breathing was labored as he opened his eyes to look down at where she lay curled into a ball, fast asleep. That was the most intense thing that had ever happened to him and he could see why it would have knocked her out. He lied down next to her, pulling her to him with his arm around her waist, and fell asleep too.

 
    Chapter Six
     
    Liz woke up feeling more energized than she had felt in years. She also felt warm and cozy, and snuggled into the very masculine body behind her. It wasn’t until she was fully