His eyes weren’t on my reflection. Trying to ignore the tingles his lips were creating, I looked in the mirror, my tongue feeling the backs of the caps. They had a delicate curve, and the backs were angular. I smiled and turned my head to get a good look, seeing how they fit into the concave space between my lower teeth. The memory of wearing wax fangs for Halloween when I was eight flitted through me and was gone.

“Stop flashing your teeth,” Kisten growled.

I turned to face him, his hands tracing a delicious path about my waist. “Why?” I bumped into him suggestively. “Does it bother you?”

“No.” His voice was terse, and his grip on me grew tight.

There wasn’t much room in here, but when I tried to push him out, he stood firm. He was warm and solid, and I stayed where I was, putting my arms about his neck and using him to keep my balance. “Do you like them?” I whispered, inches from his ear.

“Yes.”

His lips traced a path across my collarbone, and I shivered, feeling the stirrings of desire.

“Me, too,” I said. Pulse hammering, I aggressively nuzzled his head away so he couldn’t reach my neck, pulling myself up to run my new teeth teasingly across an old scar.

Kisten shuddered against me. “Oh, God. This is going to kill me,” he whispered, his breath warm against my shoulder.

My blood pounded as I felt the new power I had. Kisten had gone still under my teeth, submissive without being docile. His hands drifted down to trace my curves, tugging my shirt from my jeans as they came up again.

Fingertips roughened from work traced lightly over me, rising until they cupped my breast. His other hand was at the small of my back, pressing me into him. Breath quickening, I gently bit an old scar at the base of his neck, sensations rising almost too fast to appreciate.

I turned my attention to a tiny scar I knew was sensitive. I breathed in his scent, a relaxed tension filling me. I hadn’t come here looking for this, but why not? A small voice in my head wondered if I was letting Kisten sway my thoughts so easily on the teeth issue to reaffirm that he and I had something real already—and that accepting Ivy’s offer, the surprise of it aside, would be cheating on him. If so, I would be the only one it would bother. Vampires considered multiple bed and blood partners the norm and monogamy the exception. And though I wasn’t a vampire, to accept polyamorous relationships without a lot of soul-searching, all I could think right now was this felt damn good.