“Yes.”

“That’s really nice of you.”

He wasn’t about to tell her it was out of jealousy to keep her away from another man. It reminded him that Davis would be sulking above. “Your father is waiting to talk to you. He’ll try to find my exact den location if we don’t go up there soon. Please, Kira…tell him that you’d rather stay with me.”

“I don’t understand why he’d have a problem with it.”

He crossed his arms over his chest. “He thinks I’ll end up hurting you.”

“You wouldn’t do that.”

Her faith in him soothed some of his anger. “Lavos might try to convince you to leave with your father, too.”

“I’m putting you in danger by stay—” She suddenly paled and bent, grabbing her stomach.

“Kira?”

“The hunger.” Pain sounded in her voice and her eyes glowed bright blue when she peeked up at him. “It’s back.”

Her knees would have given out if Lorn hadn’t lunged, grabbing her around her waist. He lifted her and sat in a chair, placing her on his lap so she faced away from him. He released her waist and his fingers speared into her hair at the back of her neck, fisting a handful. He lifted his other arm close to her mouth.

“Bite, Kira. Take from me.”

She shook her head. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Bite,” he snarled. “Feed.”

She whimpered but refused to do as he demanded.

Lorn’s temper flared and he brought his arm to his own mouth. His fangs slid out and he used the tip of one to slice a small cut on the meaty area of his inner arm between the wrist and elbow.

He shoved it in front of her nose, holding her head steady.

Kira moaned and struck when she saw the blood.

He knew she wouldn’t be able to resist, but still gasped at the sharp sting of her fangs sinking into his flesh. It only lasted for a few seconds, and then the pain dulled. Her lips were pressed tight against his skin, her tongue wet and hot as she sucked. Her jaw moved with each swallow of his blood.

It was erotic as hell, and made his dick instantly harder. He could imagine what her mouth on that part of his anatomy would feel like.

He leaned forward, pressing his chest flush against her back. The soft moans she made only worsened his reaction. He bet she’d make those pleasured sounds during sex, too. Each one tormented him but he kept control of his desire. She was in bloodlust, lost to the need to feed.

Kira wiggled on his lap, rubbing her pussy against his groin. The smell of her arousal rose, and he closed his eyes, tucking his head until his nose was buried against his own shoulder. It didn’t dilute her scent by much. His dick began to throb as more blood rushed south. He couldn’t ever remember his cock feeling so hard and achy.

She clutched at his arm, holding on to him as if he were a lifeline. He’d become one by feeding her. Don’t take it personal, he reminded himself. Don’t even think about fucking her. She’s helpless. It kept him still and helped him fight his instincts.

She ground her pussy against his trapped dick again and moaned louder. Lorn clenched his teeth in response, knowing pure hell. She was soaking the material of his boxers with her need to be fucked.

Bloodlust. Just bloodlust, he chanted inside his head. No way would he give in to the overriding desire to fuck her. She would never forgive him, and he wouldn’t either. Her first time with him wouldn’t be in a haze of Vampire bloodlust.

The sucking on his arm slowed and her hips stopped squirming. Kira quieted and suddenly jerked her mouth away.

He hadn’t expected her to throw herself onto the floor and wasn’t able to prevent her from landing hard. He stared at her as she rolled over, a look of horror on her face. She shoved at the shirt she wore to cover her exposed lower half, trying to crawl backward to put space between them.

“It’s okay.” He made sure he breathed through his mouth.

Something dripped on his leg and it was a reminder that she didn’t know how to close a bite wound. He lifted his still-bleeding arm and licked it.

Kira’s heart pounded and heat swept through her body, as if a fever had spiked. Sweat even broke out on her skin and her nipples hardened.

Lorn sniffed the air, a soft growl rumbling from him. His gaze narrowed as he continued to watch her.

“Easy, Kira,” he rasped, his tone not totally human.

“I, um…” She backed away, looking from him to the floor. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”

“You have little to no control until you learn your new body.”

She frantically glanced at the door. The symptoms of being turned-on worsened. Her stomach muscles fluttered and a throbbing began at her clit. Escape was impossible, since it wouldn’t be safe to leave the den. The clan would kill her on sight. Kira climbed into the bed and jerked the covers over her lap to attempt to mask her scent. A VampLycan couldn’t miss it with their heightened sense of smell.

“It’s arousal,” he went on, his voice changing into more of a growl. “You’re going through a lot of changes and probably have a hair-trigger response to everything. Don’t be afraid of it. It’s normal to get turned-on when you feed and nothing is wrong with you.”

She looked at him then, his words confusing. “Afraid?” Mortified and embarrassed were definitions she’d have gone with, but his assumption of fear came as a surprise. She’d been humping him when she’d snapped out of her pain, her mouth clamped onto his arm. The taste of his blood in her mouth reminded her of what she’d done.

“You’ve never experienced bloodlust before.”

“I know but I didn’t expect that. Did I hurt you?”

“I’m fine. You’re suffering from various side effects of being a Vampire. Lust is one of them. Just relax and it’ll pass. Your body is confused. It’s the first time you’ve ever grown that aroused. It’s a bit scary.”

She tried to slow her breathing. “I’m so sorry.” She glanced down his body for the first time and gasped. She couldn’t help it, seeing Lorn’s cock outlined so clearly, stretching the limits of his boxers. He was big and thick.

She would have continued to stare but he suddenly shifted in the chair and bent one leg up enough to hide his lap.

“I resisted. I’d never take your virginity when you’re lost to bloodlust, Kira.”