I stare at him, dumbfounded at what he is suggesting and he steps closer.
I slap his hand away and he growls, the sound sending goosebumps all over my body. He lunges at me, shoving me back on the desk.
“Saliva it is, then.”
And before I can protest, Jaxson is against me, forcing me back on the desk as he pushes between my parted legs, his muscled chest pressed tightly to mine, effectively pinning me to the desk.
A low growl vibrates from him, reverberating against my chest, as his eyes bore into mine.
His fingers dance across my jawline, just beneath the trail of fresh blood smeared across my cheek. His touch is light but firm enough that I can’t pull away.
“Wait!” I shriek not wanting him to lick me, that is just as bad as feeding me his blood.
Jaxson ignores me, his mouth crash
