should be so powerfully possessive of her.
His gaze dropped to the minion seated in front of her. “Go, before I kill you.”
“I need to eat, damn you!” she shouted, weary of fighting herself over him and desperately clinging to the hope that a replenishment of nutrients would free her from her inexplicable fascination.
But she knew he wouldn’t let her drink from anyone else, not now. The act of feeding was too innately sexual, even when the only contact was fangs to vein and lips to skin. He was too territorial to allow that connection, however impersonal. Yet she couldn’t afford to drink from him…
wouldn’t
drink from him, because she knew, instinctively, that she would have the same reaction to the taste of him as he’d had to the taste of her—the hunger wouldn’t be appeased; it would grow. She would crave more. More of his potent lycan blood. More of
him
.
She would have to restrain him long enough to get a meal in edgewise.
Taking command of the situation, Vash closed the distance between them and caught him with a fist in his shirt. “Come with me.”
She pulled him, but succeeded only in ripping the shirt off his back. Elijah didn’t move at all, was too powerful for even her vampire strength. Her sex clenched with greed for this male who was more than a match for her.
Flushed and breathless, she skirted him and exitedto the hall, trying to get herself under control before he realized how close to the edge she was. If she wasn’t careful, he’d have her begging for his cock. The thought of that weakness terrified her as nothing else could. She had to be strong, for herself and for Char, and for all the vampires who needed her to keep them alive and thriving.
Elijah followed so closely she could feel his heavy exhalations on her nape. Stalking her again. And she couldn’t deny that some recessed part of her wanted him to. Because it ratcheted up her desire, made her hot and wet.
Vash saw the small green light lit above a door and went to it quickly. There were more doors and more lights. Most were red, which signaled locked and occupied. Some were yellow, which signaled vacant but in need of housekeeping. Only a few were green and she chose the nearest one, opening the door and cursing as Elijah crowded her into the small playroom. He caught her around the waist and tossed her onto the massive bed, barely giving her the time to scoot up before he pounced.
“Elijah,” she gasped, as he landed neatly on all fours, caging her to the bed with his hands pressed to the mattress at her shoulders and his knees hugging the sides of her thighs. Fear paralyzed her, not of him but of the raging desire that was quickly consuming her. The need to arch upward and offer herself to him was a driving force. It pounded her heart against her ribs and squeezed the air from her lungs.
Her eyes adjusted to the dimness of the room, theonly illumination provided by recessed lighting in the baseboards. His eyes glowed with preternatural green fire and his head lowered, his chest expanding on a deep inhale as he breathed her in.
“Should’ve brought us here when we arrived,” he said gruffly. “You’d be coming now.”
He took her mouth before she could reply, his lips sealing over hers and stealing her breath. His tongue swept inside her on a groan, his hand moving to her zipper to slide it down to where it ended at her pubic bone. She’d barely swallowed her first rich, dark taste of him when he pushed his hand beneath the edge of her suit and claimed her breast in one big, hot hand.
Her fangs sharpened in a rush of need, piercing his tongue. His blood flowed into her mouth, the flavor intoxicatingly exotic. He kneaded her breast, plumping it, then focusing his thumb and forefinger on the tip, rolling and tugging on her hardened nipple until her sex spasmed in the same rhythmic tempo.
Out of her mind for him, Vash sucked on his tongue with the same voracious pull with which he’d sucked her nipples
His gaze dropped to the minion seated in front of her. “Go, before I kill you.”
“I need to eat, damn you!” she shouted, weary of fighting herself over him and desperately clinging to the hope that a replenishment of nutrients would free her from her inexplicable fascination.
But she knew he wouldn’t let her drink from anyone else, not now. The act of feeding was too innately sexual, even when the only contact was fangs to vein and lips to skin. He was too territorial to allow that connection, however impersonal. Yet she couldn’t afford to drink from him…
wouldn’t
drink from him, because she knew, instinctively, that she would have the same reaction to the taste of him as he’d had to the taste of her—the hunger wouldn’t be appeased; it would grow. She would crave more. More of his potent lycan blood. More of
him
.
She would have to restrain him long enough to get a meal in edgewise.
Taking command of the situation, Vash closed the distance between them and caught him with a fist in his shirt. “Come with me.”
She pulled him, but succeeded only in ripping the shirt off his back. Elijah didn’t move at all, was too powerful for even her vampire strength. Her sex clenched with greed for this male who was more than a match for her.
Flushed and breathless, she skirted him and exitedto the hall, trying to get herself under control before he realized how close to the edge she was. If she wasn’t careful, he’d have her begging for his cock. The thought of that weakness terrified her as nothing else could. She had to be strong, for herself and for Char, and for all the vampires who needed her to keep them alive and thriving.
Elijah followed so closely she could feel his heavy exhalations on her nape. Stalking her again. And she couldn’t deny that some recessed part of her wanted him to. Because it ratcheted up her desire, made her hot and wet.
Vash saw the small green light lit above a door and went to it quickly. There were more doors and more lights. Most were red, which signaled locked and occupied. Some were yellow, which signaled vacant but in need of housekeeping. Only a few were green and she chose the nearest one, opening the door and cursing as Elijah crowded her into the small playroom. He caught her around the waist and tossed her onto the massive bed, barely giving her the time to scoot up before he pounced.
“Elijah,” she gasped, as he landed neatly on all fours, caging her to the bed with his hands pressed to the mattress at her shoulders and his knees hugging the sides of her thighs. Fear paralyzed her, not of him but of the raging desire that was quickly consuming her. The need to arch upward and offer herself to him was a driving force. It pounded her heart against her ribs and squeezed the air from her lungs.
Her eyes adjusted to the dimness of the room, theonly illumination provided by recessed lighting in the baseboards. His eyes glowed with preternatural green fire and his head lowered, his chest expanding on a deep inhale as he breathed her in.
“Should’ve brought us here when we arrived,” he said gruffly. “You’d be coming now.”
He took her mouth before she could reply, his lips sealing over hers and stealing her breath. His tongue swept inside her on a groan, his hand moving to her zipper to slide it down to where it ended at her pubic bone. She’d barely swallowed her first rich, dark taste of him when he pushed his hand beneath the edge of her suit and claimed her breast in one big, hot hand.
Her fangs sharpened in a rush of need, piercing his tongue. His blood flowed into her mouth, the flavor intoxicatingly exotic. He kneaded her breast, plumping it, then focusing his thumb and forefinger on the tip, rolling and tugging on her hardened nipple until her sex spasmed in the same rhythmic tempo.
Out of her mind for him, Vash sucked on his tongue with the same voracious pull with which he’d sucked her nipples
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