Truth in Legends [Part Three of the Thicker than Blood Series] by Olivia Leighton Page B

the dining room.  Flipping on the lights, Alex brought me to the large mirror on the other side of the ornate, mahogany table.  Coming to stand behind me, he caught my eyes in the mirror.  He gently brushed my hair away from my neck, revealing the reddened bite mark he left earlier... but it looked almost healed. 
     
    “How is that possible?  It should look terrible.”
     
    He smiled over my shoulder.  “As I said, but this time, it will go away within seconds.”  He placed a lingering kiss on my skin.  I started to tremble in anticipation of pain.
     
    “Relax,” he whispered hoarsely.  Alex kissed my neck again.
     
    “Easy for you to say...,” I laughed nervously, watching him in the mirror.
     
    Lips brushing my skin, his tongue worked in soft little circles.  I closed my eyes and sighed.
     
    Alex's hands came to my hips and he squeezed lightly.  Everything around me was fading away except Alex.  His mouth was the center of the universe.   “That's it, love.  Lose yourself in this pleasure.”
     
    His left hand traced slowly up my back and stopped on my neck.  His touch ignited every cell in my body as I felt I was turning into a human furnace.
     
    When deep pressure and almost intoxicating pleasure came from Alex's kiss, I opened my eyes.  I gasped and shuddered at what I saw.  Alex's mouth was on my neck, a trickle of blood traced down my skin below his lips.  His irises were totally black – his eyes focused on mine.  I could feel him pulling blood from my veins, but it felt... amazing.  It was like every vessel in my body was being stroked and loved at the same time.  His tongue gently bathed my skin as he separated from me.  If he'd continued much longer, I would have climaxed right there with just that touch.
     
    “Look,” he said softly.
     
    I had to force myself to concentrate on my reflection.  The wound wasn't open, instead, it was pink and even that color was subsiding quickly.  In just a few seconds, it was gone, leaving no trace of what happened.
     
    I slowly shook my head.  I was speechless.
     
    “You taste... amazing.  It felt good, didn't it.”  He wasn't asking a question.
     
    “Alex... I've never... that was so... so erotic.”
     
    He pulled my body to his, wrapping his arms around me tightly.  I could feel his hardness pressing into my flesh.  “Wait until I take from you,” he said, his breath warm in my ear, “as we make love...”
     
    Oh my God.  My knees started to feel like jello.  Never had I felt so intoxicated by a person, but I was definitely getting drunk on Alex.  Er, Dracula... I mean Azariah.
     
    Alex took my hand and led me back into the living room, handing me the glass of wine I had been drinking from earlier.  I was sure that he wanted me as much as I wanted him... How could I be so attracted to someone that I knew was capable of so much evil?  No, I was attracted to him before I knew that... the rest was a terribly tragic love story.  He was certainly possessive and passionate.  I gave him a questioning look as I sat down.  Why were we not going to the bedroom?
     
    He chuckled.  “Enjoy your wine now, my dear.  Relax.  What comes next will deprive us of sleep until dawn.”
     
    I couldn't stop my eyes from closing as a shiver ran through my body.  I ached for Alex badly and we had only kissed... well... he drank my blood.  I was nothing but liquid at my core.  Wine was only going to make it worse. 
     
    Alex watched my reaction to his words and his eyes darkened slightly.  He knew what he was doing to me, the bastard.   He was teasing me.  I took sip from my glass.  “Exactly what do you think you're doing?”
     
    “Enjoying the company of a ravishing young lady.”  He smiled, looking at me over his wine glass as he drank.
     
    I sat down on the sofa and clicked my tongue.  “No, you're tormenting me.”
     
    “Am I?” He asked incredulously, as if he didn't know.
     
    I shook my head.