“They say feeding from an empath is the closest vampires can get to getting truly drunk,” he said, pushing Jesse carefully to the side. It surprised Emma to see how deliberate Gideon was, how he made sure not to shove Jesse, but still made it clear he wanted the other man out of his way. “Considering how high I’ve gotten off some of my kills, I’m a little excited about testing that particular theory.”
Emma swallowed as Gideon approached. The primal instinct to escape a predator almost forced her to step away from him, but she resisted the impulse. She wasn’t going to shy away from Gideon. Her gaze slid from his face to Jesse, long enough to see that he was rooted to the spot where Gideon pushed him. When she looked to Gideon again, he was towering over her.
She tilted her head, looking up to meet his yellow eyes, exposing the column of her throat. Gideon growled softly, the sound sending a jolt directly to her pussy.