Page 56 of Bewitched By a Vampire

He pocketed the keys. “Ready?”

She surprised him all over again by slipping her hand into his. Good gods, he liked the feel of her hand in his. It calmed the part of him that was still wild with a need to protect her, assuaging that urge as he sensed how close she was to him and felt her hand in his. She was safe. Maybe he didn’t need to train her in the art of the sword. Maybe just holding her hand during any fight they ended up in would be enough to calm his instinct to protect her.

He looked down at her. Or not. The urge to make sure she could fight was still strong, had the bag in his hand feeling heavy. Would she prove better with the sword or the daggers? He hoped it was the sword. A dagger was a far more close-quarters weapon than a sword, and he didn’t want her getting within arm’s reach of a demon. He would focus on teaching her how to use the sword and would do such a good job that he wouldn’t have to teach her how to use daggers. A solid plan.

Night led her back through the parking garage and out into the waning darkness. The hotel he had spotted beckoned him and he struggled against his hunger. Not a hunger for blood. He hungered for Lilian. For her kiss. For more than that.

He focused on her, sensing her fatigue and using the fact she needed to rest to keep his urges in check.

The staff in the hotel gave him the usual looks humans did when he showed up in the small hours with a female in tow. Not that he had done that in a while, but it had happened frequently enough in the past that the judging way the men and women looked at him didn’t bother him anymore.

“I need a suite,” he said in Norwegian as he pulled his wallet from his pocket and slapped his Coutts Silk Card down on the counter.

The woman serving him didn’t look impressed, but the blond man with the manager name badge was quick to hurry her out of the way.

The human male fawned over him as he arranged their room and Night spoke to him in fluent Norwegian.

“I am sorry we arrived so late. It’s our anniversary and this is a surprise trip for my wife, and the jet was delayed in London. I honestly thought I would have to call the whole thing off.” Night squeezed Lilian’s hand and smiled at the manager. “She was so surprised when I picked her up from work, and then angry that I forgot the bags I had packed. I said I would make it up to her by letting her shop to her heart’s content. She’s always wanted to see the aurora. I hear they’re putting on a good show this year.”

Lilian’s look grew more and more curious as she gazed up at Night.

The manager wished her a happy anniversary and shopping trip, and she stared at him, confusion filling her eyes.

“The manager wanted to wish you a happy anniversary and he hopes you’ll put a good dent in my credit card,” Night said to her in English and she looked even more confused. When she opened her mouth to speak, he smiled tightly. “This surprise trip isn’t going well though, is it?”

She blinked and then caught up and shook her head.

She looked at the manager. “It’s going terribly, but I think it’s about to get better.”

Night’s gaze whipped back to her and he wanted to ask her what she meant by that when she gave him a heated look.

The manager chuckled and slid a piece of paper across the counter to him. “Sign here.”

Night struggled to drag himself away from Lilian, managing it for just long enough to scrawl his name on the slip and take his card back, together with the access card for the suite.

Lilian’s smile was wicked as she took it from him and tugged on his hand, leading him towards the lifts. What was she up to?

His heart drummed faster, blood pumping harder and growing hotter as she glanced over her shoulder at him, wicked heat in her eyes. Gods. He swallowed to wet his throat and told himself that things weren’t leading where his body thought they were. It didn’t stop his cock from reacting.

He stepped into the lift beside Lilian and she pressed the button.

And then glanced down.

Right at his hips.

Her cheeks heated.

Night glanced there and grimaced. His stiffening cock pressed against his black slacks, tightening the material across it. A painfully visible erection.

He cleared his throat. “You should get some rest. The bed—”

He didn’t get a chance to finish that sentence.

Her mouth was on his, her hands clutching his shoulders to drag him down to her, and he groaned as he dropped his bag, swept her into his arms and pressed her back into the metal wall of the lift.Reallygroaned when she hopped up and wrapped her legs around his waist.

Pressing against his hard-on.

Night stole control of the kiss, deepening it. Lilian moaned as his tongue brushed hers, her fingers digging into his shoulders.

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