“I’m not drinking it. Brazen just came damn close to being blown up, and I’m sure we’ve depleted the supplies we brought by now. I’ll be fine until we get back. And for the record, I know I’m not invincible. I’m just a hell of a lot tougher than you assholes are giving me credit for,” I snarl, and Brazen has to stifle his grin.
He winces as he tries to sit up better, and I pull out a jacket to roll up as a pillow.
“Stay down and drink that,” I command while pointing to the bag.
“I’m not taking this when you need it,” he argues, and then genius strikes.
“I’ll just share it with you,” I seduce.
His eyes narrow, and I very slowly pull open the bag with my teeth. I pour a little in his mouth, and then I lean over to kiss him before he has time to swallow it. The diluted taste of human blood fills my mouth. It’s just too weak to make this as seductive as I would like for it to be, but it’s hot enough to get him aroused - as evident by the growing in his pants.
I straddle him as I take a mouthful of the blood, and then I lean down to let it flow from my mouth to his. He stays quiet, but his hands grip my hips with a near savage intent.
I should have done this sooner. I could probably deliver blood straight from a human’s vein to his mouth, but that would mean he’d want to fuck her too. Not happening.
He moans slightly when I pour more of the blood from my mouth to his, and he grips me tight enough to tear my shirt.
“Whatever is going on back there needs to calm down. I really don’t want to overhear too much,” Clay cautions.
I hear Hale shifting awkwardly in his seat, but I don’t give a damn. Brazen is mine right now, and there’s nothing I want more than him in this moment. He jerks back, and his eyes stare at my healing wounds in relief. Then those same, soft pale eyes narrow to scold me for my surprise seduction. He sits up a little better before pulling me into his arms.
“You done?” I muse.
“For now,” he whispers in my ear.
The chill bumps pop up on cue, and our casual drive back is starting to piss me off. It’ll take two hours to get back at this pace. Brazen pulls me into his lap, and we kiss each other in the pitch black backseat.
“How did they get you guys pinned down?” Hale asks to ice the heat between Brazen and me.
“They came out of nowhere. We were investigating their campsite, and we saw it was still warm. The next thing I remember, our men were screaming as the vests started sounding off with bullets pouncing,” Clay answers.
The shards of Brazen’s vest are lying in the floor as a sign of what could have been, and a tear drips from my eyes when I think of how close he came to not holding me ever again.
“I’m okay,” he soothes, and his lips graze my ear.
“It’s fortunate anyone survived that. How many did we lose?” Hale inserts.
“Several of the humans. The blood from their bodies caused some problems with the-”
He stops short to keep from offending Brazen, and I see my man starting to brood.
“You don’t have to hold your tongue just because I’m in here,” he growls.
“Did they take any of it?” I ask curiously.
“The dead blood spilled just got them killed. Dead blood is spoiled blood, and it tastes horrendous,” Brazen mumbles.
“I actually did not know that,” I murmur with a little embarrassment. “So why was it bothering them?”
“Because it still smells good when shooting free from the vein,” Brazen grouses, and it looks as if he’s almost in pain.
“It bothered you too, didn’t it?” I whisper.
He nods with a touch of humiliation for his animal side, and then he turns to stare out the window only his eyes can penetrate.
“Several of the full bloods were killed when distracted by the freshly spilled human blood, and then we also lost several of our men as well when we were trying to pull both free from the slaughter alley. I never saw the uranium grenade until Brazen fell on top of it to save me. I don’t know how he survived it,” Clay says guiltily.
Tears start to shed from my eyes, and the dividing glass lowers to reveal the tinted sky has returned. Brazen’s lips graze mine to reassure me once again that he’s okay.
