Page 13 of Bite Me
“What happened?” I mumbled, slowly regaining my faculties.
“It’s my fault. With how strong your first reaction was, I should have…held back. I think I got carried away. I’m sorry.”
“Could you have drained me?” One vampire couldn’t do that, right?
He let out a soft chuckle. “No, Eddie. I can’t drink a gallon of blood in one go. It’s just my venom messing with your system, then the orgasms, together with alcohol and what looks like low blood pressure. It’ll pass in a minute.”
I was already feeling much better.
Not that it had been bad before. I liked the high, but now I was becoming nervous again. I shouldn’t have made myself so helpless with a stranger. Hell, I came twice, in public, into my underwear! My groin was a soggy mess.Ugh. I needed to get a cab home asap.
Using the table for support, I climbed off Russel’s lap. I shivered with the loss of his warmth just as my brain yelled at me to get the hell out of there faster.
“That was intense,” I said, sounding dumb to my own ears.
I tried to stand but wobbled. I ended up leaning on the table awkwardly. Inching toward the end of the bench, I wondered if I could walk without swaying like a drunk.
“Eddie, wait. Would you like to come home with me?”
I blinked, stunned. Russel gazed up at me, his changeable eyes gaining a coppery hue. His arms were spread, one hand palm up on the table, the other on the seat’s backrest—the embrace I’d left was still open for me, luring me back. Then there was the bulge in his pants. He was hard as a rock.
My mouth went dry. He still wanted me? Heavens, I was an idiot. He’d made me come twice but hadn’t gotten off himself. He’d just…eaten. He was gorgeous, looking at me with such longing. I could spend the night in this man’s bed. And then what?
“Eddie?” The voice came from behind me, loud and shrill.
Sheri.
I’d forgotten about her.
“Jesus, Eddie. Are you okay?”
I staggered out of the booth. “I’m fine.”
Sheri caught me around my waist, steadying me. I sagged against her. Wow, my knees were weak.
“What the fuck, man?” she cried.Oops. She was yelling at Russel. “How much did you take from him?”
“Barely two cups. He had a strong reaction to the venom, and he’d had alcohol.”
“I’m not drunk,” I protested. I spread my feet wider and straightened, looking at the scene in front of me with a strange detachment. At least my eyesight was normal.
Russel was glaring at my friend.
“I’m talking to the staff,” Sheri hissed. “I’ll have you blacklisted.”
He threw his hands in the air. “I didn’t break the rules. I had no idea he’d be so sensitive.”
“He’s barely standing, for fuck’s sake!”
“I’m fine,” I repeated.
With my hand on Sheri’s shoulder, I bounced on my heels, testing my balance.
“See. I’m good.”
Russel smiled at me, and I grinned back.
“Everything okay here?” It was the bartender. He appeared by Sheri’s other side, looking us over with concern.
