I smiled. My cheeks grew hot. "What if I want to..." My eyes found the pulsing vein in his neck.
He inhaled. Worried I scared him; I caught hold of his gaze. They were dark and filled with need.
See, he did want you to drink from him, my inner voice cheered.
"Well, the damage is done. You've already discovered you can't kill me, and," Gabe's eyes went to my mouth.
"You liked it," I said hoarsely, finishing his sentence. The idea of drinking from him again pushed against my canines.
"Yes," he whispered. "I liked it." He cleared his throat. "Well, up until you broke my neck. That really did hurt. At least for a few minutes."
Our eyes met, and we both laughed. "I'm really sorry about that." I touched his neck with my fingers. "It's gorgeous," I added, my fingers finding his pulse. "And I've had some practice since the first time."
His eyes widened. "But you haven't killed anyone."
"No. I've been careful." My fingers trailed down his back, making goose bumps rise on his skin.
"That feels good," he said, kissing my nose. "I know what would feel better." He rolled us so that I was on top and lifted his chin, his pulsing vein in full view.
It was my turn to be surprised. "Are you sure," I asked, checking his face.
His eyes were closed and he nodded.
I moved so that I could have better access. My canines grew, and I lowered my head. I took it slow, allowing each canine to prick his neck gradually, knowing that with the pain came pleasure. His breath hitched as I steadily sank them into his vein. When they were fully inside, I begun sucking. Pulling his blood from his body. He groaned, and I sucked harder. This time though I counted. When I reached eight, I stopped.
He flipped us, placing me under him again, my canines still embedded in his neck. Pressing his body into mine he said, "Don't stop, Snow."
I sucked again, counting to fifteen this time. Way past my limit, but I was almost too far-gone to stop. Surely if I drained him dry he would die. Wouldn't he? I had to stop. I pulled out, my canines retracting. His eyes were hooded, heavy with lust.
Gabe's lips found mine, and I froze, worried he would be disgusted by the blood on my mouth. But he didn't seem to mind. His tongue dove into my mouth and circled mine. My hands roamed along his back, down to the waist of his jeans, and along his butt. He groaned, his breathing coming faster.
Our lips parted and we looked at each other. I wanted more and I could tell he did too. Without a word he lifted my shirt over my head and tossed it onto the floor. One hand hovered above one of my breasts and he gave me a questioning gaze. I nodded; surprised I wasn't embarrassed about him seeing me without a shirt. He touched me tenderly over my red bra. I pressed upward, my back arching.
"Snow," he whispered, his voice gruff, kissing my neck, along my collarbones, and my shoulders. "You're so beautiful." In response I wrapped my legs around his hips.
Did I really want what was about to happen? It seemed too fast. My body sure did, but not too many minutes ago I believed he planned to kill me.
It's how life works. You fight, you make up. Go with it, my inner voice cooed.
"What the hell is going on?" The lights flicked on, and Professor Pops stood in the doorway, his hands on his hips.
Gabe blocked me with his body. "Give us a minute, Pops," Gabe said quietly.
"I'll give you five. Get dressed," he said sternly, giving Gabe a look that said, 'you know better.'
The door closed.
"I'm sorry," Gabe whispered.
I swallowed, my emotions to full to speak. Was I glad or disappointed that we were interrupted?
Definitely disappointed, my inner voice sulked.
My body was frustrated as well. The rest of me was kind of relieved. I definitely wasn't ready for sex. It was only a few months ago that I had my first kiss.
In the hall I could hear the brothers snickering.
"I guess they made up."
"I told you he wouldn't kill her."
"You owe me twenty bucks."
Chapter 10
I finally found my voice, and said, "Wow, dinner and a show."
He looked confused a second, and then started to laugh. "I'm a full service boyfriend."
Boyfriend? I snickered, feeling the blissful after effects of drinking Gabe's blood. Our relationship felt like more than that. A picture of Christopher in the glass case danced across my mind, reminding me that any happiness I experienced was at a detriment to him. I needed to find the necklace, or all vampires would be destroyed, including my Hunter. But who would've taken it? My stepmother? Cindy?
What about Gabe's father? Or someone in his group? Wouldn't they want it if it could destroy vampires? I gasped at the questions. My mind moving in one direction. Toward Gabe. Did he have it?
Kenmei and Professor Pops said it wouldn't work for anyone but me. So if he or his father did have it, would they know what to do with it? I didn't even know what to do with it.
"Snow, what's wrong? You look like you're in pain. Did I hurt you?"
I shook my head. "I'm fine. Just a lot going on in here." I tapped my head with a finger. Gabe stood, and pulled me up with him. He handed me my shirt.
Changing the subject, I said, "Do the guys know what you are?"
He chuckled. "Yes. After my brush with a broken neck, and my quick recovery, Professor Pops and I told them. Dorian, Heathcliff, and Salvatore wouldn't speak to me for a week. They were so mad at me for not telling you, and not telling them." He huffed. "I should've told you all a lot sooner. So much heartache could've been avoided if I had." With a sigh, he sidled over, grabbing my shirt in his hands. "Can you forgive me? Can you love me?"
Love?
If I truly loved Gabe, then either the chant-lips red as rubies, hair dark as night, drink your true love's blood, become the Vampire, Snow White-was just a lot of mumbo jumbo, or I didn't really love, love Gabe.
There is also the true love's kiss thing, I thought. And I remembered Professor Pops told me that a kiss from my true love would return me to human. That hadn't worked either, if Gabe was my true love. I thought about the Vampire Queen, and what she'd told me. That Professor Pops and Kenmei were lying. I have a lot to learn, I thought, sighing internally. To Gabe, I said, "Yes, of course I forgive you. I'm sorry for running. I was such a coward. Had I stayed, a lot of heartache could have been avoided as well."