Tegan's Magic (The Ultimate Power Series #3) Read Free

It had also tasted incredible. Deciding to test the waters since I don't really have anything to lose, I lean a little closer. For some reason the scent of his blood consumes me and before I know it I'm pressing my lips to his bloodied wrist. A small hiss escapes him at the contact, and I can't help feeling satisfied that I still affect him as much as he affects me.
     I begin to suck at it tentatively, but when the honey sweet taste of it slides down my throat I start to take much harder gulps. I think I hear Ethan groan as I do, however I'm too consumed by his blood to pay it much attention. The next thing I know I'm being lifted up and flipped across the room to the wall. Ethan presses himself into me as I continue to drink from him. I glance up at his dark eyes and our gazes connect. It feels almost magical. He moves his nose up the side of my neck softly, as though tracing the line of a vein.
     I can sense the rapid departure of the pain, my injuries receding. This is way more powerful than the time I drank from Dru. Perhaps the older the vampire, the more potent their blood. I have no clue how old Dru is, but I imagine she's a good deal younger than Ethan. There's something way too modern about her, whereas Ethan sometimes talks like someone out of an old film or a book. He's a fifty/fifty mix of modern cool and old fashioned sensibilities. Often those sensibilities are a little too old fashioned for my tastes, especially the control freak factor.
     These thoughts filter through my brain, while I'm vaguely aware of Ethan's hand slipping beneath my t-shirt and gripping tightly onto my hip with need as we continue to consume each other with our eyes. I literally am consuming him, drinking down his heavenly sweet blood.
     Then all too soon his hand clamps onto my jaw and he eases my mouth away from his wrist. I withdraw with a loud gasp, as the excess blood drips down from my mouth. Ethan's fangs are still extended and it seems like it's taking all of his will power to back away from me now.
    His hand lets go of my hip and he steps back to sit down on the edge of the tub. We haven't once let our gazes drop from one another. A few brief moments pass before I gain some level of coherent thought.
    “Um thanks, I guess,” I mumble at him and look away. I step over to the sink and turn on the tap, before washing my red mouth until it's free of Ethan's blood. I'm shivering all over now, half because of his blood being in my system and half because I'm hyper aware that he's watching my every movement.
     I've been getting this feeling a lot the past few days. The feeling that Ethan is watching me when I'm not looking. Like he might actually be finding it difficult to stay away from me, despite his cool, calm and collected disposition. He must be having some sort of internal conflict over whether or not to forgive me for my “betrayal”. He's definitely very far off from coming to any conclusion about me though. Somehow I can tell that Ethan providing me with relief from my injuries does not a reconciliation make.
     “How do you feel now?” he asks, and it looks like he's holding back a small smirk.
    Obviously he knows his blood makes me feel amazing. It's such a massive high that I might actually have to go and have a lie down for a while. My head is almost dizzy with this feeling of euphoria. Is it the same for blood donors when the vampires feed from them, I wonder? If so, I can definitely see the attraction, even if I'm squeamish about the process.
     “Good,” I answer, too begrudging to actually explain to him that I am high as a fucking kite right now. He knows it anyway, and now he does smirk at me.
     “I would think that “good” is a slight understatement, wouldn't you?”
     “Well, maybe if we were friends I'd describe to you how I'm feeling in a little more detail, but since that's not the case, “good” will have to suffice.”
     Ethan's smirk deepens. His eyes trace every curve of my body. I've