This time, I could smell his blood. I had expected it would have a different scent once I was changed, but it smelled like metal—sharp and bitter—and there was something inside me that craved it.

I took Adrian’s wrist, but after a few pulls, I pushed it away and crawled on top of him. He was aroused, his length settling between my thighs, and the hunger I’d had for his blood dissolved into a desire for his come.

“What do you want, my sweet?” he asked.

“I don’t know what is happening to me,” I whispered.

“You are turning,” he said. “You are hungry. You will be hungry for a while, until your change takes root.”

“How long will that be?”

“To develop all your powers? Months.”

Disappointment blossomed in my chest, and it unsettled me that I would not know my full potential for some time.

“Is this what it will be? Blood and sex?”

“Are you asking how frequently you will need to feed and fuck me?”

I glared at him, planting my hands on his chest. “It is a practical question, Adrian.”

He grinned.

I liked his smile. I wanted it more often, but we did not have much to smile about outside this room.

He gripped my thighs and ground his hips into me.

“This will not last long,” he said. “Though I will enjoy it while it does.”

I reached for his hands and brought them to my breasts.

“You said no one has ever taken blood from you before. How did those you changed feed?”

Annoyance flashed in Adrian’s eyes, but he answered, “I gave them my blood, but I drained it for them.”

“And the sex? How many did you indulge?”

“Do you really want an answer to that question?”

In truth, I did not know. I could already feel the jealousy gathering in my chest, thick and hot.

“Did any of them try to bite you?” I bent over him, my lips hovering near his.

“Plenty,” he said.

“What happened to them?”

He raised a brow. “I’d rather not answer a thousand questions about the hundreds of vampires I have turned in two hundred years.”

Then he rolled, and I was on my back, pinned beneath his body.

“Suddenly I am no longer interested in fucking you,” I said.

“No?” he asked, holding my gaze for a moment before his tongue swirled over one hard nipple, then the other. I could not help the way my body responded, tightening, widening, preparing. He chuckled and then sat back and flipped me onto my stomach. Dragging my hips up, he ran his palm over my ass before smacking my skin.

“Fucking beautiful,” he said, his fingers diving into my flesh from behind. “Not interested in fucking me, hmm?”

“Adrian.”