Pure Blood_ A Nocturne City Novel - Caitlin Kittredge [90]
Dmitri kissed me, with the same straight-ahead passion he put into everything, tongue licking my blood from my lips. He held my shoulder against the wall with one hand and with the other guided my fingers to his zipper. He was insistent, sure of his absolute control. I opened my eyes and saw that his own eyes were pure black, but oddly I wasn’t afraid. This time will be different. But it was still Dmitri, daemon blood or no.
He was here. And he was mine.
I stopped resisting. I kissed Dmitri back, ripping his jeans down and pulling him to me. He didn’t make a sound, just pulled at my clothes until they tore or the buttons popped off. His urgency was new—before, he’d savored the time our skin touched, teased me to the point of exploding. Now, he seemed scared he might lose me.
“You won’t,” I whispered in his ear. “I’m not leaving.” Still making no sounds, Dmitri gripped my shoulders, his nails leaving blood-colored half-moons, and moved into me. I whimpered, because it was rough and hurt, but I met him with my hips. Each motion caused me to gouge furrows down his back, but he just locked eyes with me and I with him. Our breathing meshed for time out of mind, Dmitri’s hands on my breasts, almost pulping them as he pushed against me harder and harder. Our twin breaths crested as the climax came. I shut my eyes, closing around Dmitri as my heart thudded and felt him climax in turn.
Wetness dusted my cheeks and I opened my eyes to see the black retreat and Dmitri’s green eyes reappear. In the corners, droplets welled. I reached up and kissed them away. I didn’t ask why he was crying. I knew it was for the same reason I wanted to.
Afterward I drifted in and out, hearing doors slamming and people shouting in the apartments around us, mingled with dream fragments that I would wake from abruptly, sure that Dmitri would be gone.
His mouth quirked when I rolled over to look at him. “Still here.”
I flushed. “I wasn’t assuming you’d be gone.”
Dmitri got up and pulled his jeans on, rolling his shoulders and the muscles in his back. I saw fading scratches along his shoulder blades, inflicted by my fingers. “Those hurt?”
“Yeah,” he said, “but only in the good way. Want some water? Beer? Jack? Those are your choices, I’m afraid.” Anything he might be thinking about what happened subsumed, he stood with one hip outthrust, in total control.
I found my bra and put it on, deciding not to push it. My panties were shredded, so I struggled painfully into my jeans and zipped them up. A lot of places still hurt from Joshua’s beating, plus a few new spots had become sore. “Actually, Dmitri, I think I should leave before Irina comes back. I’m really not up for that scene.”
He waved that off. “She won’t be back until tomorrow. I think she went somewhere with the elders.”
“She did,” I said, wishing I could snatch the words back from midair as soon as I spoke them. “They paid me a visit.”
Dmitri froze in the doorway to the bathroom. “What?”
Crap. Crap crap crap. When was I going to learn to shut the Hex up?
“Tell me what happened,” said Dmitri in that deadly cold voice he used on lower-ranked pack members or people about to be in some serious shit.
“Irina, and Sergei and Yelena,” I said. “They came to my cottage and … well, they threatened to do unspeakable things to me if I ever so much as thought about you again.”
“And?” said Dmitri. Dammit, why couldn’t he just be satisfied with the abridged version?
“And,” I said slowly, staring at my bare toes. The polish had chipped off my left foot but not my right. “I, um, I sort of made a deal with them.”
Dmitri’s face went blacker than a dark and stormy night. “What deal, Luna?”
Maybe, I thought, maybe it won’t be so bad. Dmitri might actually be grateful that someone was on his side. Yeah, and the Fairlane was going to sprout wings and fly off into the sunset.
“I told them that I’d cure you of the daemon-blood infection