Bloodright by Karin Tabke Page A

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    A naked body slid across the tabletop in front of Falon and Lucien. Perky pink nipples glistened from a suitor’s kiss. Joachim claimed the owner of those breasts. Right beneath Falon’s and Lucien’s noses, Joachim’s big tan hands grasped the woman’s thighs and pulled her onto his glistening erection.
    Falon’s cheeks flamed with heat. She stood so fast she knocked the wooden chair she was sitting in over, afraid if she stayed another minute, she would turn to Lucien for succor.
    She was beyond hot and bothered. She needed air. Abruptly she hurried to the front of the building. Yanking the heavy metal door open, Falon stepped out into the cool night air.
    She knew Lucien followed. His warmth wrapped protectively around her. She shivered because it was him, the big bad wolf she needed protection from.
    “Afraid I’m going to skulk out while you’re not looking?” she asked him.
    She felt him raise his hand to touch her, but he lowered it. She wished he hadn’t.
    “The door remains open, Falon.”
    His words stung. Was it that cut and dry for him? She wanted to hurt him back. She turned around to do just that, but he was so close to her, her breasts scraped across his chest, radically changing the trajectory of her intentions. She swallowed back a moan. The thin leather of her vest not only offered her heavy breasts in a most seductive pose, but the satin lining rubbing against her nipples did not help her cause.
    Lucien’s nostrils flared as he moved into her. “Did I tell you how fuckable you look in that leather?”
    Heat speared straight to her womb. “No,” she breathed, backing up.
    Lucien lowered his head to hers. “Did I tell you it took every goddamn shred of willpower I had not to touch you in the shower?”
    “No,” she squeaked.
    “Did I tell you I love your tits?”
    She swallowed. “Don’t be crude.”
    He lowered his lips to her ear and whispered, “Or how sweet your pussy is?”
    Her pussy clenched as if his words had caressed it. Maybe they had. Lucien’s voice on a normal day was deep and rough, as if he had spent the night before drinking and smoking, but the primal tenor of it now stirred her up in ways she did not know she could be stirred up.
    Falon licked her dry lips. “How s-sweet?” She squeezed her eyes shut. She did not just say that!
    His warm breath caressed her neck. “It’s so sweet that if I only had one meal to eat before I met my maker, it would be eating that sweet pussy of yours.”
    “Shut up,” she hissed, as tiny prickles of heat spread across her chest.
    He trailed his nose along the length of her neck to where it met her shoulder. “Falon, you are so fucking hot, I melt every time I think about fucking you.” He withdrew just enough so that she knew if she opened her eyes she would be staring straight into his soul.
    “Lucien,” she breathed, forcing herself to open her eyes and confront this crazy attraction between them. She caught her breath. His eyes burned with the brightness of a dozen torches. In their fiery depths his desire raged so hot, she felt the warmth of it against her own eyes. She blinked, sure it was just an illusion, but when she looked at him again the fire still raged.
    He backed her up against the warehouse wall. And just as he did in the shower, he braced his hands on either side of her head. Her breasts heaved against his chest as she sucked in giant gulps of air. “Unbutton the vest,” he quietly commanded.
    “No—”
    “I just want to see, Falon. I promise I won’t touch you.”
    “Lucien…” She unbuttoned the top three buttons just before her nipples were exposed.
    “That’s it.” His warm breath caressed her skin.
    Falon caught another moan before it escaped. Her body was on fire and he had not touched her.
    “One more button, Falon.”
    “No,” she said, closing her eyes and resting her head against the wall.
    “Please,” he begged.
    She sucked in a breath and unbuttoned the rest of the vest.