Chapter 23

“Bet you wish I’d turned you now, don’t you?” he taunted. “But you don’t need fangs, Jess. You know you don’t.”

Jesse tugged at Gideon’s hair and forced his head back, exposing more of Gideon’s throat. Nobody had held Gideon like that in centuries, and for the space of several heartbeats, he didn’t think Jesse would do anything except hold him in place. It shouldn’t have been a surprise that Jess chose the same spot on Gideon’s neck that Gideon always chose on Jesse’s. And it wasn’t a surprise when he felt Jesse’s teeth tear through his skin.

He couldn’t drink, not really, not without fangs to tap into the vein and siphon the blood out in long, steady draughts. But Jesse didn’t seem as concerned about drinking as much as tasting, and his lips clamped over the muscle as the blood flowed from the open wound.