blood.
Her head bent low, she growled, felt the echo of it reverberate inside her. She didn’t question her newfound strength when she leapt on Roguell’s back and pushed him onto the floor, ignored the flash of pain as his teeth missed her throat and landed on her recently healed shoulder.
She forced him on his back, his belly open, his throat taut. She only had to sink her teeth into it.
“Get out.” The words felt thick around her tongue, as if it was a foreign object. Beside her, she could feel Luke bleeding, his scent wrapping around her like a lover’s caress.
“This isn’t over.” Still in wolf form, Rogue muttered the words but didn’t move.
She sat back on her haunches, gave him the distance to make his choice. They both knew if he tried again she’d have to kill him.
When he finally curled his tail between his legs, Dina just turned away and let him flee.
She had the magic back. And when she faced the vampire, his green eyes were wide as he held out his bleeding arm.
Her choice should have been simple. She was a bloodwolf. He was the enemy she was created to defeat. His blood dripped down his open hand, and she could have snapped it in a heartbeat. Instead, as softly as she could, Dina licked at the bite mark on his arm and quietly exhaled watching it close. Like her kind, he healed quickly.
He was a vampire. His taste filled her, potent and rich and dark. This couldn’t be right, she couldn’t want him, couldn’t crave his touch. She backed away while he watched her, her head still low, her ears pulled back, her clothing a torn heap under her feet.
The magic left her. Unable to hold on to her wolf form, Dina felt herself melding back into the human, vulnerable and naked.
Watching her, Luke simply lowered his hand.
“I don’t need anyone saving my ass.” She didn’t know what else to say, except the need for him built up inside her, a need she couldn’t deny.
“Obviously.” He reached for her then dropped his hand when she backed farther away. “I’m sorry. About earlier.”
“Don’t.” Under the collar of his jacket Dina could almost see her mark. She didn’t look into his eyes when she snatched up her torn clothing to hold against her breasts. Standing naked in front of him made her open and vulnerable and soft, and she couldn’t stand it. Couldn’t move away.
His eyes burned her. “I couldn’t take your blood.”
She should have left, slammed something. Instead, Dina stood still, hypnotized by the green fire in his eyes. “You didn’t want to turn mortal. I get it.”
To her surprise he shrugged away the words. “I don’t want you to be like all the others.” A pause, as if he forced himself to spit out the words. “I’ve had plenty of women offering their necks.”
She smelled his heat when she inhaled. “That’s why I kill your kind.”
“Then do it.” With a swift motion Luke tossed off his jacket, shrugged off his shirt, baring his chest and heart to her. A knife gleamed in his hand, the one she’d left after she’d marked his skin.
“I can’t control this hunger.” He advanced slowly, and she still couldn’t move away. “I can’t stomach the thought of feeding from somebody else.” He flicked his wrist so that the sharp flat blade bit into his palm and extended his hand with the smooth handle out towards her. “You have to finish it.”
Shocked, Dina didn’t move. “You drink from me, you become mortal.”
“That’s just a myth.” He was so close she could hear his heart beating inside that muscled chest.
She swallowed, hard. “You’re crazy.”
“Yeah, I am.” He took another breath. “I want you so bad I can taste how you would feel inside me.” His body shook with every word. “End it right now, before it gets too late.”
She was still naked. He was beautiful. “It is too late.”
He jumped at her light touch, fisted his hands beside him. “You don’t want this.”
For once she knew exactly what she wanted.