Bound by Darkness - Alexandra Ivy [39]
She abruptly averted her gaze, perhaps realizing she’d revealed far more than she desired.
“So you thought you would crawl in bed with me?”
“I was trying to keep you from waking the entire building.” His gaze slid over her profile, a moan escaping him at the sharp urge to nuzzle along the vulnerable line of her throat. “I assume you didn’t want someone coming to see if you needed help.”
“Fine,” she snapped. “I’m awake now.”
“What were you dreaming about?”
“A damned Sylvermyst who wouldn’t get his ass off me,” she snarled, turning back to stab him with a fierce glare. “It would make any woman howl in fear.”
With a low chuckle he gave into temptation.
“Oh, I could make you howl,” he breathed, leaning down to nibble along her lower lip.
“Like I haven’t heard that before,” she growled even as she arched against him in blatant invitation.
His body reacted with a savage speed, his cock hard and aching to be of service.
“Are you challenging me, poppet?” he murmured, giving her lip a sharp nip before exploring the sensitive curve of her neck.
“Ariyal.”
“Mmmm?”
“I told you to get off me.”
“Yes, I heard you the first time.”
“Then why ...” She gave a small shriek as he gently bit the flesh at the base of her neck. “Shit.”
“More?” he demanded, running his tongue along the line of her tender vein. “How about here?” He gave her another bite just below her jaw.
She squirmed in obvious pleasure. “You did that on purpose,” she breathed.
He laughed at her accusing tone. “I wouldn’t be much of a lover if I did it by accident.”
“You’re not my lover.”
He pulled back to meet her guarded gaze. “Do you object to the concept or the term?”
“Both.”
His gaze dipped down to where her tightly budded nipples pressed against the spandex material of her top.
“Liar.”
Her eyes flashed indigo fire. “You’re so damned arrogant.”
“Confident,” he corrected, lowering his head. “If you don’t want this then tell me no.”
He moved slowly. Slowly enough that she would have ample opportunity to refuse him, despite the fact she could have knocked him across the cramped room from the moment she woke.
He didn’t want her later claiming he’d forced her into anything.
Feeling her tense he paused just over her lips, waiting for her to push him away.
Deep inside, a cowardly part of him almost hoped she would call an end to the madness. This addictive craving for a female who might very well prove to be his enemy was a weakness he couldn’t afford. Not if he was to bring an end to the threat of the Dark Lord.
That part, thankfully, was buried beneath a jolt of white-hot pleasure when she lifted her head off the pillow to close the shallow space between their lips.
The taste of her was like the finest brandy. Smooth, silky, with a burn he could feel to the tips of his toes. Oh ... bloody hell. Over the past centuries he’d forgotten the explosive excitement of mutual passion. He’d trained himself to use sex as a weapon for the survival of his people. It had become an unfortunate necessity.
And then Jaelyn had crashed into his life.
A beautiful, lethal predator in spandex who had managed to kick-start his lust into hyperdrive and reminded him in vivid detail the pleasure of being a fully functioning male.
The wonder of touching and being touched. Of feeling her tempting body soften in welcome. Of being consumed by the tidal wave of desire.
“Tell me that you want me, poppet,” he murmured against her lips. “I need to hear the words.”
“You talk too much,” she growled, allowing her fangs to press against his lower lip.
The feel of those lethal fangs should have jerked him out of his sensual haze. The female could drain him in a heartbeat. But instead of fear a raw sense of anticipation seared through him.
It was ... intoxicating.
“Admit the truth. You want me.”
His commanding words were imprisoned against his lips as she once again claimed his mouth in a kiss that demanded capitulation. He was prepared to react to her touch, but the sheer power of it caught him off guard.
God, yes. This was precisely what he’d wanted