Bleed For Me by Cynthia Eden Page B

know how
much longer she’d be able to hold it together. Terese turned and
carefully fit her body against his. “I want you,” she whispered,
deliberately pitching her voice low in what she hoped was a
seductive tone. She didn’t know how to use compulsions, didn’t know
how to do hardly any of the damn things that vampires were
supposed
to do. So she was just going to have to wing it
and rely on her skills as a woman.
    Apollo gazed down at her. “Do you?” He didn’t seem
surprised. Cocky bastard. One golden brow lifted. “Well, what are
we going to do about that?” He smiled again, his dimples
flashing.
    My turn.
She lifted his hand, raised it to
her lips, and licked his index finger.
    His jaw clenched.
    “Do you…know a place we can go…to be alone?” Hades
was packed with people, filled with hazy smoke and blaring music.
Now that she’d found her prey, she wanted to go someplace else,
someplace quiet—someplace where no one would disturb them.
    Where no one would hear him scream.
    Just in case he was the screaming kind
.
    “Upstairs.” He turned on his heel pulled her behind
him. “Come on.” The good-natured humor was gone from his voice.
Only dark need remained.
    The people around them parted as if by magic, and
Apollo led her past the bar and its black counter top, to a heavy,
metal door. He shoved open the door and ushered her inside.
    “What—”
    An old, twisting staircase led to the next floor.
Apollo slammed the metal door behind her and instantly muted the
thunderous music and the voices of the crowd.
    Terese inched forward as hunger, anticipation, and
ice-cold fear filled her. Would she be able to do it?
    “Not changing your mind, are you?” he asked, voice
rumbling.
    She could feel his cock pressing against her. Apollo
was definitely game up for the seduction, and honestly, so was she.
It was what came
after
the seduction that scared her.
    “I promise,” he told her, “you won’t regret going
with me.”
    No, but he might regret going with
her.
    His fingers slipped beneath the plunging neckline of
her dress and eased down to fondle her breasts.
    A moan trembled on her lips.
    “Oh, that’s good.” His fingers stroked her, plucking
the tender flesh, and teasing her nipples. “But I want you naked. I
want to see you. Taste you.”
    She definitely wanted to taste him.
    His cock pulsed against her, and she wondered what it
would feel like inside of her. Plunging into her.
    It had been so long. Too long
.
    With a final soft stroke, his hands fell away. She
edged forward, placing her foot on the bottom step. Once she went
upstairs with him, there would be no going back.
    The stair creaked beneath her weight.
    The rasp of Apollo’s deep breathing filled the
air.
    She could still hear the soft, echoing
swoosh
of his pounding blood, calling to her, tempting
her.
    She took another step.
    No going back.
    Her teeth were burning now, already stretching in
preparation for the bite. She’d have to get him ready and make
certain he was so far gone that he didn’t feel her teeth when they
sank into his flesh, that he—
hopefully
—wouldn’t feel any
pain.
    She climbed up the stairs, moving faster with each
step. Her body shook with hunger. A new, yearning need filled her.
A need for him.
Apollo.
    Terese wanted him to touch her. She wanted those
strong, warm hands on her flesh. She wanted him to put his mouth on
her breasts.
    They were at the top of the stairs now. A wooden door
waited in front of her.
    Her hand lifted, and her fingers curled around the
silver knob.
    “Go on,” Apollo urged. “Unless you’ve changed your
mind…”
    No. Haven’t done that.
She opened the door.
Stepped inside. Saw the couch. The king-sized bed. The small
kitchen.
    He kicked the door closed behind her. Then he caught
her arms, spun her around and pushed her up against the rough wood.
His hands clenched around the straps of her dress, and he yanked
them down, baring her breasts.
    Apollo inhaled sharply as he