Page 110 of The Lycans: Vol Four

And then there he was, standing completely naked just feet before me, so much power in his body that I felt so dainty and breakable in comparison.

Where I was pale and freckled all over, he was all olive-toned skin ripped with power. And gods, the vampire was covered in tattoos, shapes and designs, lines and artwork that was permanently etched into his skin and hidden beneath his clothing.

He lifted his arm and ran his hand through his hair, mussing the short black strands until they stood on end, which I realized was because, despite the fact he didn’t have clothes on, he still had that creature’s goo all over him.

Same as me.

But my brain once again got its wires crossed as I stared at his bicep and how it bunched and flexed, how big it got from just that small motion.

“Ada,” he growled and I felt the vibrations in his voice all the way from a distance.

My spine snapped and I glanced up from his bulging, too attractive bicep to his face, only to see him already staring at me.

His eyes flashed red, and he turned to face me fully, showing off all that rippling, defined male power and a massively hard?—

“Come here and get a better look, Ada,” he all but taunted in that deep, harsh voice that turned my insides to liquid.

I realized very quickly I was a lush for anything that had to do with Sebastian.

The sight of him hit me in all the right places.

His touch started this fire in my body that I knew only he’d be able to tame.

The way he looked at me was like I was the air in his lungs, the blood in his veins… the very thing that gave him sanity.

I wanted to be selfish and ignore everything else around us. I wanted to just strip naked, present my primed, ready body to him, and let all that dark and delicious deviance I felt pouring off him corrupt me.

Gods, I want him to corrupt me.

I could play off what I felt for Sebastian as nothing more than the connection mates had between each other, that we had this undeniable bond that pulled us together. It was only fate, destiny, whatever you wanted to call it, making sure we were ultimately attracted to each other because we were meant to be in the other’s life.

But it was something more. Yes, the attraction was undeniable and all-consuming, but there were things about Sebastian that enticed me and had nothing to do with sexual attraction.

He was intelligent and witty. And his snarkiness matched mine. We butted heads and had this love-to-hate vibe going on.

I got under his skin, but it seemed to attract him even more, and in turn that aroused me.

We were so different, and it was clear that we were opposite ends of a magnet, meant to be pulled closer together until we were one.

I took another step closer, and one more until I was only a foot from where he stood. I looked up at him, saw that his eyes were hooded, the clear desire in his expression reflected back at me so that I felt like it was an actual touch, a physical presence that held me down and told me not to fight this.

After a prolonged moment he exhaled and ran a hand over his jaw, his palms scraping over the days’ worth of scruff covering his cheeks.

I watched as his black claws shifted back to blunt nails, and saw his red eyes bleed out so they were normal once more. And I did everything in my power not to look down there to see if he was still just as long and hard.

He didn’t say anything else as he turned from me and walked toward the edge of the pool before he dived in.

Water splashed up and toward me, and as the seconds ticked by and he stayed underwater, my worry rose. I moved closer to the edge and crouched down, trying to see past the rippling current his big body had caused.

“Sebastian?” I called his name softly at first, and as the water cleared, and I still couldn’t see him, I shouted his name louder.

He emerged so suddenly I squealed and fell back on my ass. Water cascaded down all that bronze skin of his as he grinned at me.

He lifted his hands and rubbed the beads of water away from his face before slicking his fingers through his hair.

I felt my heart do something funny when his smile faded and I realized his gaze was latched on to my chest. My belly tightened because I knew what he was looking at, what he could see.

And when I glanced down, I saw the shirt plastered to my chest. I saw my braless chest in obscene display, my nipples hard points that stabbed through the fabric. I made a choking sound.

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