Kiss of Midnight_ A Midnight Breed Novel - Lara Adrian [1000]
Jenna swallowed on a parched throat as he strode toward her, devastating in his nakedness. The fiery glow of his eyes had grown impossibly brighter, his fangs seeming huge to her now.
He paused at the edge of the bed, scowling when she held his transformed gaze. “Are you afraid of me … like this?”
She gave a small shake of her head. “No, I’m not afraid.”
“If you’re concerned about pregnancy—”
She shook her head again. “My internal injuries in the accident took care of that. I can’t get pregnant. Anyway, regardless of that, I understand that Breed and human DNA doesn’t mix.”
“No,” he said. “And as for any other concerns you might have, you’re safe with me. There is no sickness or disease among my kind.”
Jenna nodded in acknowledgment. “I trust you, Brock.”
His scowl lessened but he held himself very still. “If you’re not sure—if this isn’t what you want, then what I told you before still stands. We can stop anytime.” He chuckled low under his breath. “I think it might kill me to stop right now, when you’re looking so damn hot in my bed, but I’ll do it. God help me, but I’ll do it.”
She smiled, touched that someone so powerful could have such honor and humility. She pushed back the sheets and made room for him next to her. “I don’t want to stop.”
His mouth broke into a wide grin. On a growl, he stalked forward and climbed into the bed beside her. At first, they merely touched and caressed, kissing tenderly, learning more about each other’s bodies. Brock was patient with her, even though the tension in his body told her he was racked with the need for release. He was kind and caring, treating her like a cherished lover even though they’d both agreed up front that this thing between them could never be more than casual, no strings attached.
It seemed incredible to her that this man she barely knew—this Breed male who should by rights scare her spitless—could instead feel so familiar, so intimate. But Brock was hardly a stranger to her. He’d been at her side through a nightmare ordeal, then again through the days of her recovery here at the compound. And he’d come after her that night she’d been alone and injured in the city, her unlikely, dark savior.
“Why did you do it?” she asked him quietly, her fingers tracing the dermaglyphs that swirled down around his shoulder and onto his chest. “Why did you stay with me in Alaska, and then all those days I was in the infirmary?”
He was silent for a moment, his black brows knitted tightly over the fiery glow of his eyes. “I hated seeing what had happened to you. You were an innocent bystander who got caught in the crossfire. You’re human. You didn’t deserve to be dragged into the middle of our war.”
“I’m a big girl. I can handle it,” she said, an autopilot response that she didn’t truly feel. Especially after the disturbing results of her latest blood work. “What about now … what we’re doing here, I mean. Is this part of your be-nice-to-the-pitiful-human program, too?”
“No. Hell no.” His scowl deepened almost to the point of anger. “You think this is about pity? Is that what it felt like to you?” He rasped out a harsh breath, baring the sharp tips of his fangs as he rolled her onto her back and straddled her. “In case you haven’t noticed, I’m pretty goddamned hot for you, lady. Any fucking hotter and I’d be ash.”
To prove his point, he gave a none-too-subtle thrust of his hips, seating his shaft between the plush, wet folds of her sex. He pumped a couple of times, sliding the rigid length of his cock back and forth within the slick cleft, teasing her with the hard heat of his arousal. He hooked his arm under her leg and brought it up around his shoulder, turning his face against her thigh and giving the tender skin a sharp nip.
“This is pure necessity, not pity,