out sunlight, the lock is strong, and it has a clean bed. I’m, how would you say it, golden?”
I grinned. “Yes.” Modern slang was his latest hobby. Ten years ago I would have thought this room heaven on Earth. Though I’d grown up dirt poor, it didn’t compare to being raised in a jungle before civilization existed , like Tane had been. No wonder his people had once worshiped Dragos as a god. What did Tane truly think of humankind after watching our evolution over the centuries?
Tossing his shirt over his jacket, he lifted the phone handset and discussed a few things in Italian with, I assumed, the concierge.
I sat on the edge of the bed and stared at the square set of his shoulders. While he paced , the muscles of his back slid under his skin as if his whole body was involved in the simple action. I liked watching him move, especially in bed.
Pa iring my pale master with my dark hero in my mind sent chills over my skin. Rurik dominated in bed. Tane seemed to enjoy relinquishing control when it came to pleasure. They were a perfect match to watch. I fit in there somewhere. I’d figure out where eventually.
What if Tane was organizing my return home? I wouldn’t put it past him to do this behind my back. Tane m ight be less domineering in bed, but in life he tried to control everything and did a pretty good job at it. I think therein lay his devotion to me. I wasn’t compliant when it came to things I considered important. He could order my food and pick my clothes. Those were just things and really had no meaning, but try to decide my fate, then we had a problem.
Tane hung up.
“Don’t send me away.” It came out more like an order than I wanted.
“I won’t.” That seemed too easy.
I narrowed my eyes and waited for the catch. Tane had spent such a long time alone that he didn’t know how not to manipulate those he loved. I couldn’t recall every argument we’d had over such instances where he thought he had to maneuver my actions instead of just asking me to do something for him because I cared. I ground my teeth as the silence grew.
He shot me a tired look. “I need you.”
Something fluttered in my stomach. “For what?” I hadn’t much left in my reserve and my skillset was limited.
He ran his thumb over my swollen bottom lip. “Sometimes, I wish you had chosen to become a vampire. I wouldn’t have to worry so much about your safety.”
I scooted onto the bed and pulled him next to me. “Why do you need me?” From his expressi on, I could guess it involved placing my life in danger again.
“For this.” He gave me a gentle kiss, a butterfly’s touch. Trailing these tender kisses, he traced my injuries.
I closed my eyes and absorbed each gentle gift. The pain from my physical injuries didn’t compare to my heartbreak and Tane’s presence soothed the ragged edges of the wound. “I miss him too.”
He stopped and we locked gazes. “He’ll never be the same again. I can’t undo…” Resting his forehead against mine, he pressed his body next to me. “Once the changes start there’s no stopping it.”
I tried to take a deep breath but my lungs didn’t want to work. “So he’ll be Nosferatu.”
“He’ll be dead .”
“What the fuck? ” I clasped his face between my hands, forcing him to meet my glare. “You need to stop saying that. You’re rattling my cool.” I let him go and relaxed my fists. “Rurik’s changes have increased. He’s almost done, isn’t he?” I sank deeper into the pillows.
He shrugged . “Once the change reaches the genetic level then a bond is created between maker and child. Much like we have. I don’t sense such a link with him.”
“Oh , by all that’s snap crackle and pop.” I screamed the words to nobody and everybody. “What is that supposed to mean? Will he link to me?”
He regarded me as if I’d lost my mind. “He might not link to anyone. His change is unique. I haven’t a guess what will happen next.”
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I grinned. “Yes.” Modern slang was his latest hobby. Ten years ago I would have thought this room heaven on Earth. Though I’d grown up dirt poor, it didn’t compare to being raised in a jungle before civilization existed , like Tane had been. No wonder his people had once worshiped Dragos as a god. What did Tane truly think of humankind after watching our evolution over the centuries?
Tossing his shirt over his jacket, he lifted the phone handset and discussed a few things in Italian with, I assumed, the concierge.
I sat on the edge of the bed and stared at the square set of his shoulders. While he paced , the muscles of his back slid under his skin as if his whole body was involved in the simple action. I liked watching him move, especially in bed.
Pa iring my pale master with my dark hero in my mind sent chills over my skin. Rurik dominated in bed. Tane seemed to enjoy relinquishing control when it came to pleasure. They were a perfect match to watch. I fit in there somewhere. I’d figure out where eventually.
What if Tane was organizing my return home? I wouldn’t put it past him to do this behind my back. Tane m ight be less domineering in bed, but in life he tried to control everything and did a pretty good job at it. I think therein lay his devotion to me. I wasn’t compliant when it came to things I considered important. He could order my food and pick my clothes. Those were just things and really had no meaning, but try to decide my fate, then we had a problem.
Tane hung up.
“Don’t send me away.” It came out more like an order than I wanted.
“I won’t.” That seemed too easy.
I narrowed my eyes and waited for the catch. Tane had spent such a long time alone that he didn’t know how not to manipulate those he loved. I couldn’t recall every argument we’d had over such instances where he thought he had to maneuver my actions instead of just asking me to do something for him because I cared. I ground my teeth as the silence grew.
He shot me a tired look. “I need you.”
Something fluttered in my stomach. “For what?” I hadn’t much left in my reserve and my skillset was limited.
He ran his thumb over my swollen bottom lip. “Sometimes, I wish you had chosen to become a vampire. I wouldn’t have to worry so much about your safety.”
I scooted onto the bed and pulled him next to me. “Why do you need me?” From his expressi on, I could guess it involved placing my life in danger again.
“For this.” He gave me a gentle kiss, a butterfly’s touch. Trailing these tender kisses, he traced my injuries.
I closed my eyes and absorbed each gentle gift. The pain from my physical injuries didn’t compare to my heartbreak and Tane’s presence soothed the ragged edges of the wound. “I miss him too.”
He stopped and we locked gazes. “He’ll never be the same again. I can’t undo…” Resting his forehead against mine, he pressed his body next to me. “Once the changes start there’s no stopping it.”
I tried to take a deep breath but my lungs didn’t want to work. “So he’ll be Nosferatu.”
“He’ll be dead .”
“What the fuck? ” I clasped his face between my hands, forcing him to meet my glare. “You need to stop saying that. You’re rattling my cool.” I let him go and relaxed my fists. “Rurik’s changes have increased. He’s almost done, isn’t he?” I sank deeper into the pillows.
He shrugged . “Once the change reaches the genetic level then a bond is created between maker and child. Much like we have. I don’t sense such a link with him.”
“Oh , by all that’s snap crackle and pop.” I screamed the words to nobody and everybody. “What is that supposed to mean? Will he link to me?”
He regarded me as if I’d lost my mind. “He might not link to anyone. His change is unique. I haven’t a guess what will happen next.”
My raw
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