crept down the stairs the
next morning. She wasn’t sure how long
ago Kiernan had left her alone in bed, but
she smelled coffee and her stomach was
rumbling. Wearing one of his T-shirts that
came down to her knees, she felt covered
enough if his brother was there. She hadn’t
heard Ronan come back, though she’d
been pretty distracted so she wasn’t sure.
As a shifter she wasn’t that concerned
about nudity, but she really didn’t want his
brother seeing her in the buff. Something
told her Kiernan wouldn’t like it either.
When she stepped into the kitchen
bright with natural light streaming in, she
jerked to a halt. Kiernan leaned against the
counter, coffee cup in hand, shirtless . It didn’t matter that they’d made love many,
many times the night before or that she’d seen every inch of his sexy physique. Her
body flared to life at the sight of him. Her
breasts grew heavy, her nipples tightened,
and that ache between her legs grew
almost unbearable. Heat and need made
her clench her thighs together. She stared
at the expanse of all that muscle, her eyes
trailing down his chest, following the faint
trail of hair that led straight to . . .
“Keep looking at me like that and you
won’t get breakfast.” His deep voice sent
a thrill rolling through her.
Feeling her face heat up, she met his
gaze as she stepped into the room. The tile
was cool against her feet, but it did
nothing to ease the heat engulfing her. Her
lower abdomen tightened with unbearable
need. Who wanted breakfast anyway?
Before she could blink, he’d crossed the
distance between them and lifted her up,
forcing her to wrap her legs around his
waist.
Since she wasn’t wearing anything
under the shirt, when she spread her thighs
around him her clit rubbed against the
front of his jeans. The friction against the
rougher material made her moan into his
mouth as he dominated her with his.
This morning his kisses were slow,
sensual, unlike the fast and frantic ones
last night. Eventually, she pulled back, a
lazy smile on her lips. “You taste like
coffee. I didn’t think vampires needed
anything other than blood.”
“Sweetheart, no one needs coffee, I just like the taste. Almost as much as I like the
way you taste.”
It didn’t matter how intimate they’d
been, his words made her cheeks heat up.
She peered over his shoulder, sighing in
happiness at the sight of the full pot on the
counter. Looking back up at him, she
grinned. “Are we alone?” A quickie
before breakfast—even before coffee—
sounded perfect.
His eyes seemed to get even darker as
he nodded. But the moment his lips
touched hers, the side door to the kitchen
flung open. Kiernan immediately set her
on her feet and tried to block her body
with his, but she held on to his waist and
peered around him.
Ronan strode in with the redheaded
vampire she’d seen at that restaurant with
Kiernan. Remembering the way the
woman had touched Kiernan’s chest made
Melina’s claws come out.
Letting out a sharp hiss, Kiernan
encircled her wrists and gently lifted them
off his hips. Maybe she should be
embarrassed by her reaction but she didn’t
care. She was making a claim on Kiernan
as much as he’d made it clear he was
making one on her. “Sorry.” At least she
hadn’t broken his skin. Not that it would
have really mattered. She’d seen how fast
he could heal, and it was impressive.
“What the hell is she doing here?”
Kiernan asked his brother, completely
ignoring the other woman as Melina
moved out from behind him to get a better
view.
His brother’s expression darkened, and
Melina realized he had a tight grip on the
woman’s upper arm. “Tell them what you
told me,” he ordered the female.
The redhead gritted her teeth for a
moment and her eyes looked bizarre.
Really dilated, almost as if she was on
drugs. “I called . . . Uberto Mazzoni . . .
told him the female shifter was leaving
next morning. She wasn’t sure how long
ago Kiernan had left her alone in bed, but
she smelled coffee and her stomach was
rumbling. Wearing one of his T-shirts that
came down to her knees, she felt covered
enough if his brother was there. She hadn’t
heard Ronan come back, though she’d
been pretty distracted so she wasn’t sure.
As a shifter she wasn’t that concerned
about nudity, but she really didn’t want his
brother seeing her in the buff. Something
told her Kiernan wouldn’t like it either.
When she stepped into the kitchen
bright with natural light streaming in, she
jerked to a halt. Kiernan leaned against the
counter, coffee cup in hand, shirtless . It didn’t matter that they’d made love many,
many times the night before or that she’d seen every inch of his sexy physique. Her
body flared to life at the sight of him. Her
breasts grew heavy, her nipples tightened,
and that ache between her legs grew
almost unbearable. Heat and need made
her clench her thighs together. She stared
at the expanse of all that muscle, her eyes
trailing down his chest, following the faint
trail of hair that led straight to . . .
“Keep looking at me like that and you
won’t get breakfast.” His deep voice sent
a thrill rolling through her.
Feeling her face heat up, she met his
gaze as she stepped into the room. The tile
was cool against her feet, but it did
nothing to ease the heat engulfing her. Her
lower abdomen tightened with unbearable
need. Who wanted breakfast anyway?
Before she could blink, he’d crossed the
distance between them and lifted her up,
forcing her to wrap her legs around his
waist.
Since she wasn’t wearing anything
under the shirt, when she spread her thighs
around him her clit rubbed against the
front of his jeans. The friction against the
rougher material made her moan into his
mouth as he dominated her with his.
This morning his kisses were slow,
sensual, unlike the fast and frantic ones
last night. Eventually, she pulled back, a
lazy smile on her lips. “You taste like
coffee. I didn’t think vampires needed
anything other than blood.”
“Sweetheart, no one needs coffee, I just like the taste. Almost as much as I like the
way you taste.”
It didn’t matter how intimate they’d
been, his words made her cheeks heat up.
She peered over his shoulder, sighing in
happiness at the sight of the full pot on the
counter. Looking back up at him, she
grinned. “Are we alone?” A quickie
before breakfast—even before coffee—
sounded perfect.
His eyes seemed to get even darker as
he nodded. But the moment his lips
touched hers, the side door to the kitchen
flung open. Kiernan immediately set her
on her feet and tried to block her body
with his, but she held on to his waist and
peered around him.
Ronan strode in with the redheaded
vampire she’d seen at that restaurant with
Kiernan. Remembering the way the
woman had touched Kiernan’s chest made
Melina’s claws come out.
Letting out a sharp hiss, Kiernan
encircled her wrists and gently lifted them
off his hips. Maybe she should be
embarrassed by her reaction but she didn’t
care. She was making a claim on Kiernan
as much as he’d made it clear he was
making one on her. “Sorry.” At least she
hadn’t broken his skin. Not that it would
have really mattered. She’d seen how fast
he could heal, and it was impressive.
“What the hell is she doing here?”
Kiernan asked his brother, completely
ignoring the other woman as Melina
moved out from behind him to get a better
view.
His brother’s expression darkened, and
Melina realized he had a tight grip on the
woman’s upper arm. “Tell them what you
told me,” he ordered the female.
The redhead gritted her teeth for a
moment and her eyes looked bizarre.
Really dilated, almost as if she was on
drugs. “I called . . . Uberto Mazzoni . . .
told him the female shifter was leaving
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