enough.
Sky rested her fingers lightly on Julian’s shoulders and kissed his rough cheek. “I’ll keep you, even if maybe you’re not as smart as you look.”
Her soft lips against his skin roused Julian’s beast. The demanding urge for hard, rutting sex that would end in Sky crying out his name as he poured into her was nearly irresistible. He saw himself taking Sky, his hands in her silken hair, cradling her head as he stroked into her, filling her again and again.
“We have to go,” was all he could bring himself to say.
“I know.” Sky swallowed. “And I’ll go with you, Julian, because no one ever made me feel the way you do.” Her voice fell to a whisper. “But I have to see them.”
After Sky said “I’ll go with you”—something Julian had dreamed of hearing her say—he lost track of her words. The Shadow World’s most dangerous hunter was creeping closer. To mortal senses, the night was still holding, but Julian could feel the coming sun. He realized there’d been too much silence and dropped his gaze from the horizon to focus on Sky. “What did you say? You have to see what?”
Her gaze on the ground somewhere between Julian’s feet, Sky said, “Your fangs.”
Sky couldn’t know what she was asking. After the fight, Julian’s beast was on the prowl, just under his skin. It had settled low between his legs, making him ache for Sky’s body under his. He could barely think past the purely animal desire to take her, possess her. He needed Sky in a way he’d never needed anything, not even blood. To bare his fangs with his beast stalking so near was dangerous. “This isn’t a good time.” He trailed a finger down Sky’s neck to the hollow of her throat. “Unless you like being naked in public.”
He’d thought that would make Sky forget about seeing his fangs for a while. He should have known better. She looked up at him. Her eyes had the playful gleam that had drawn Julian to her, the sharp glitter that said she knew she was on the edge and she wanted more. “Thought men like you were all action.” She sighed. “Guess I was wrong.”
Julian couldn’t let Sky get away with taunting him like that. “Lean your head back and to the side.”
“If you bite me”—Sky poked a finger at his chest—“and I end up allergic to sunlight, I’ll kick your ass.”
“All one hundred ten pounds of you?” Julian got closer. The top of her head barely came up to his chin. “That could take you a few hundred years.” He bared his fangs and bent to Sky’s neck. “I'll make the wait worth your time.”
The scent of her blood, just a few thin layers of skin away, made Julian’s fangs grow even longer. He ran the sharp points along Sky’s neck, careful not to puncture her smooth flesh. A low moan came from her. She slid her arms around Julian and stretched her neck back, offering the bare flesh of her throat.
Julian’s cock, already swollen and pulsing with a life of its own, twitched. The driving impulse to tear off Sky’s clothes, to take her in one deep thrust as he plunged his fangs into the pulsing vein of her throat, ripped through him. Before his beast could take over, he raised his head, his fangs still out, and said, “Seen enough?”
Sky touched where Julian’s fangs had scraped over her neck. “No.” She closed the distance between them until their bodies touched in a seamless press that was maddening for him. She rubbed herself against him, and Julian stifled a moan. “I want you to show me everything about you,” Sky whispered. Caught up in the haeze, she pressed a heated kiss to his lips.
The small surrender was enough to sate his beast for now. Julian broke their kiss, wrapped himself around Sky, and thrilled to the feel of her slender arms sealing them together.
“Don’t let go,” she whispered.
“Never,” he said.
Then they were flying straight up. For refusing to let Sky go, he could face exile. Even though Julian knew this, the mortal in his
Sky rested her fingers lightly on Julian’s shoulders and kissed his rough cheek. “I’ll keep you, even if maybe you’re not as smart as you look.”
Her soft lips against his skin roused Julian’s beast. The demanding urge for hard, rutting sex that would end in Sky crying out his name as he poured into her was nearly irresistible. He saw himself taking Sky, his hands in her silken hair, cradling her head as he stroked into her, filling her again and again.
“We have to go,” was all he could bring himself to say.
“I know.” Sky swallowed. “And I’ll go with you, Julian, because no one ever made me feel the way you do.” Her voice fell to a whisper. “But I have to see them.”
After Sky said “I’ll go with you”—something Julian had dreamed of hearing her say—he lost track of her words. The Shadow World’s most dangerous hunter was creeping closer. To mortal senses, the night was still holding, but Julian could feel the coming sun. He realized there’d been too much silence and dropped his gaze from the horizon to focus on Sky. “What did you say? You have to see what?”
Her gaze on the ground somewhere between Julian’s feet, Sky said, “Your fangs.”
Sky couldn’t know what she was asking. After the fight, Julian’s beast was on the prowl, just under his skin. It had settled low between his legs, making him ache for Sky’s body under his. He could barely think past the purely animal desire to take her, possess her. He needed Sky in a way he’d never needed anything, not even blood. To bare his fangs with his beast stalking so near was dangerous. “This isn’t a good time.” He trailed a finger down Sky’s neck to the hollow of her throat. “Unless you like being naked in public.”
He’d thought that would make Sky forget about seeing his fangs for a while. He should have known better. She looked up at him. Her eyes had the playful gleam that had drawn Julian to her, the sharp glitter that said she knew she was on the edge and she wanted more. “Thought men like you were all action.” She sighed. “Guess I was wrong.”
Julian couldn’t let Sky get away with taunting him like that. “Lean your head back and to the side.”
“If you bite me”—Sky poked a finger at his chest—“and I end up allergic to sunlight, I’ll kick your ass.”
“All one hundred ten pounds of you?” Julian got closer. The top of her head barely came up to his chin. “That could take you a few hundred years.” He bared his fangs and bent to Sky’s neck. “I'll make the wait worth your time.”
The scent of her blood, just a few thin layers of skin away, made Julian’s fangs grow even longer. He ran the sharp points along Sky’s neck, careful not to puncture her smooth flesh. A low moan came from her. She slid her arms around Julian and stretched her neck back, offering the bare flesh of her throat.
Julian’s cock, already swollen and pulsing with a life of its own, twitched. The driving impulse to tear off Sky’s clothes, to take her in one deep thrust as he plunged his fangs into the pulsing vein of her throat, ripped through him. Before his beast could take over, he raised his head, his fangs still out, and said, “Seen enough?”
Sky touched where Julian’s fangs had scraped over her neck. “No.” She closed the distance between them until their bodies touched in a seamless press that was maddening for him. She rubbed herself against him, and Julian stifled a moan. “I want you to show me everything about you,” Sky whispered. Caught up in the haeze, she pressed a heated kiss to his lips.
The small surrender was enough to sate his beast for now. Julian broke their kiss, wrapped himself around Sky, and thrilled to the feel of her slender arms sealing them together.
“Don’t let go,” she whispered.
“Never,” he said.
Then they were flying straight up. For refusing to let Sky go, he could face exile. Even though Julian knew this, the mortal in his
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