Vampire's Kiss 4
Mac's POV
It was a hunch that led me to Harm's apartment after giving Webb a mental push to hand over the keys to his little gray Porsche. Speeding through the streets was a bit reckless but my preternatural senses kept me from causing any accidents.
Driving to his loft is not an easy feat, I'd given myself at least a hundred reasons why telling Harm about us is wrong. But our little spy friend was right - I am in love and I know that deep inside Harm still remembers the life we once shared.
When I walk up his door I'm a little surprised to find it ajar. I hoped he was waiting for me but once I crossed the threshold I found Harm sitting on a stool, his body mostly slumped over the kitchen island. I smell the alcohol a mile away from an opened bottle in his hand.
I hate alcohol and always have, its effects on vampires can lead to a weakening of our bodies much like drunken stupors. It's dangerous and a vampire's hangover requires so much blood to recover from that many of us have killed just to stop the ache.
The closer I get the more I notice he's having a silent conversation as part of a waking dream. "Sarah." He says and I'm reminded of all the nights he spoke my name like prayer when his body covered mine in the throes of passion.
It's been so long since we last touched as lovers and I curse his maker for the millionth time.
"Harm?" I call out for him and it breaks whatever trance he's in. He shakes his head in an effort to rid himself of the fog his mind is in and then blue-gray eyes stare back with such intensity it makes me want to run. "Are you okay?"
"You poisoned me." He accuses and for the life of me I have no idea what he means.
"Me? How'd I do that?"
Harm scrubs a hand over his face and laughs without any mirth. "Your blood. You're a siren sent to destroy me."
I snort at the thought of a Siren - mermaids who'd sing and lure unsuspecting sailors to their peril. If anything he's my siren because I'd die to have him in my arms again. "I'm not a siren."
"Then what are you?" He looks me up and down as if he finds something out of place. "Wait. You're not scared of me. I drank your blood and didn't wipe your memories. Why aren't you scared of me?"
I move in closer until I'm standing just a few feet away. He eyes me suspiciously and I know Harm's a breath away from breaking the bottle in his habs and using it as a weapon. Instead, I take it out of his hand and place it on the opposite side of the island. "You know why."
"I don't."
"Yes, you do but you can't remember. After all this time, why can't you remember?" I brush my fingertips across his brow and trace a line down to his mouth. "You know me, Harm. You know what I am and you know what we were…remember me."
My mouth replaces my fingers; lips touching lips in a kiss that quickly spun out of control. I don't know how I wound up sitting on the island but there I was with Harm standing between my parted thighs, his erection teasing the thin layer of cloth that covered my sex.
He tips my head to the side and I feel the nip of his teeth, an askance to take what I give to him freely. "Drink, my love…drink."
This time our thoughts sync as it had every single time we've been intimate. I see the visions that have plagued him, the memories that Safi mostly erased from his memory. While he drank my mind meshed with his, filling in the empty spaces like missing pieces of a puzzle joined to create the most beautiful image.
I felt my heart slowing down, a warning that he was taking more than I should allow but I couldn't stop him. I didn't want to even as my body lost strength and fell onto him.