Chapter 9

Zoey

Stark lifted my mouth up to his neck, to the exact spot where his neck connected to his shoulders. I hesitated. Should I really drink from him? Stark must have felt me pause because he said, "It's alright, Zoey. Take what you need."

I bit down. Stark flinched and then he moaned. Drinking Stark's blood was different than any other drinking. It didn't just make us feel good, it helped us. I could feel myself getting stronger as I drank. But the pleasure was different, too. It warmed us…no, warmed is too light. It burnt us. The feelings of love were racing through our minds.

After a while, I stopped and looked at him. In the same instant, he looked at me. That's when I realized it. We had Imprinted. I guess he realized it too, because in that instant I felt an unknown joy shoot through me and I knew it was his. He leaned down and kissed me. "I will always love you," he murmured against my lips, repeating the words that Damien had told Jack before he died.

"Always," I told him. Our kiss deepened. But then his tooth nicked my lip. "Shit," I said, pulling away.

"Here, I got it," he said as he closed the wound. Then he bent down and bit me. I gasped and then a second later did the same. One by one, articles of clothing were removed and I made another big mistake.