Poking the Vamp (Knight Protectors #3) Read Online Free

hadn’t played the bogeyman with his meals since he was two hundred and thirty-four.
    His hands moved while his thoughts remained half formed, muscles remembered to do their jobs before his mind caught up. Her wrist was captured, firm hands holding her still despite her struggles. He opened his mouth wide, fangs fully descended, and brought her wrist to his lips. Her skin warmed him and he couldn’t wait for the heat of her blood on his tongue. He listened to the rush of the life-giving fluid through her veins and then… he listened to something else.
    “What are you doing, asshole?” Her shout echoed through the room. “I’m not dinner! I’m your doctor!” A small hand slapped at his face, landing on his nose, a smack accompanying each yelled word. “I. Am. Not. Dinner. Bad vamp.”
    The ache in his gut grew stronger, stomach demanding he feed on her and no other. Forever and always her .
    But she treated him as if he was a puppy and that… was funny. No, it was unacceptable and he’d tell her that. Didn’t make him laugh any less though. A small human swatting at him as if he were a Pomeranian.
    Even if he’d laugh about it later, he couldn’t let her get away with it now.
    Joce released her hand, smiling when a relieved sigh eased past her lips. Too bad she wasn’t getting away from him. When she went to withdraw, he captured her more firmly. Fingers wrapping around her upper arms, he rolled until he had her beneath him, laid out along the narrow bed.
    He captured her flailing arms with one hand, holding her wrists securely above her head and spreading her out for him. He easily slipped one knee between her thighs, securing one leg with his own. The more she kicked and hit with the other, the more she spurred his desire.
    She fought and yelled—attacked—showing him the passion she kept bottled. Had others witnessed and experienced such a thing?
    He would kill them all. But first he had to sate himself with the female, take the strength from her blood, and then he would destroy every vampire who dared taste her.
    She was his. Human or not, she belonged to him now. She warmed him and banished the constant chill of never ending life. He nuzzled her neck, fang scraping a hint of her flesh and a tiny bead of blood rose to the surface. The sugary copper liquid teased his nose and he couldn’t resist her. He lapped at the tiny wound, tongue flicking out and gathering the single droplet.
    Ambrosia. Perfection. The Holy Grail, Heaven and Hell in one. He swallowed it, letting it filter through his body and he embraced the new sensations that assaulted him.
    It wasn’t merely the warmth of a body, but fire that—
    Rough hands grabbed him, freezing the skin heated by the female and he fought the restraining grips that held him. He was pulled until he stood upright in the middle of the room, leaving the female on the bed.
    They shouted his name as they battled to confine him and he knew who’d captured him.
    Vampires. Friends. Protectors.
    “Joce!” Griffin.
    “Dammit, Joce!” Liam .
    “Fucker.” That was Trewe’s growl.
    “Dick.” The snarl came from Trewe’s twin, Tybalt.
    Nearly half the ring was in the room and he knew the spaces were not large. But he didn’t care about them. He cared about her . The woman now crawling across the small bed—away from him—until her back collided with the wall.
    Brown hair with a hint of gold. Brown eyes that reminded him of milk chocolate. Pale skin so light he nearly wondered if she was a vamp. Then he remembered her blood and his stomach tightened and complained of hunger. He was starving for her and something told him he wouldn’t be satisfied after one feeding.
    Curves that were snug against him mere moments ago were hidden beneath bulky scrubs doctors and nurses wore, hiding her true shape from his gaze.
    He remembered though. Would always remember.
    Right now, Joce wanted a refresher course. His hands itched to touch her once more and he jerked against