Page 34 of Deadly Cravings

“Are you okay?” George’s eyebrows furrowed.

“Yep,” I squeaked.

“I’ll be sure to treat you to a good meal,” George continued, stepping close enough to invade my personal bubble.

Blunted teeth grazed across the side of my neck and a soft whimper slipped free.

George reached out to touch me, probably to squeeze my shoulder as he’d already done, but this time, he didn’t make contact. His hand froze mid-air and a sudden, ear-splitting crack rent the air and his face contorted in agony.

“George?”

He whimpered, sweat beading. I connected the dots. “Asher, no,” I gasped, throwing my hands up in the general area I could only imagine he stood. As my palms connected with a torso, he appeared. George released a choked scream that cut off as Asher twisted his arm with the barest of movements. Another ear-splitting crack of bones cut him off.

I hugged myself to Asher’s raised arm, but even with all the weight I used to try to get him to let George go, he didn’t budge. His expression remained affable, but the lowered eyebrows and ticking jawline hinted at his irritation.

“Stop, please,” I begged, clinging onto his arm. “Please.”

Asher’s tongue lashed across his lower lip and his pupils had expanded. Evil stared back at me. There was no care, no emotion, a lack of . . . everything humane in those blue eyes.

“Just for you, Pet,” he dragged George higher, closer to his face. “You fell and broke your arm. You do not remember the last few minutes. You never had a conversation with Catalina nor have you ever seen me. Leave my sight.” He released George who staggered backwards then flicked his hand up as if shooing a fly away.

George stiffly walked out, hugging his arm to his chest, gaze unfocused and dazed.

“Why would you do that?” I choked out, breathing hard, hugging myself as I backed away from him. Asher blinked at me, mouth twitching up at the corners.

“Silly, Pet. I protect what is mine.” The low words rang in a matter-of-fact tone.

Protect? He would protect me . . . a knot of emotion swelled in my throat . . . I’d never been protected by anyone. His words settled over me like a blanket and I hated how good it felt.

Asher stepped to me and I put up a hand up to halt him since my brain hadn’t stopped whirling. All the strange emotional reactions were swamping me.

“Wait,” I mumbled. He forcefully shoved me back, so my ass dug into the desk. The rough shove quickened my heart rate to the point that my throat tightened. He easily maneuvered me, forcing my back to him until his front was flush to my spine.

I couldn’t push any words out as instinct to escape kicked in. The room seemed to get smaller, like the walls were creaking closer to smash me under them. Run. Run. My pounding heart echoed the word through my veins.

An arm lashed around my chest while the other hand unbuttoned my jeans and slipped into my panties. His warm hand grazed my belly on its slide downward.

“Shh, Pet. It’s just me. Your friendly neighborhood vampire, here to pillage your wet pussy.”

I choked out a laugh, caught off guard.

“That’s a bit of a stretch, no?” I said with the last of the air struggling in my chest. He hummed and it skittered shivers down my spine. Blazing heat throbbed through my core, and my thighs spasmed to close and apply more pressure between my legs.

Searching fingers grazed my clit and moved past it with a rough rub before sliding into my pussy.

“Pet is so wet for me,” he purred, pleased. I hated that he was so right. His fingers had to be drenched, but I couldn’t stop wanting him.

I sucked in a harsh breath and desire consumed my paralysis. I sank back into him, wanting this . . . wanting everything he offered. My panicked heartbeat calmed under his gentle coaxing.

My body just gave in to him. I slumped, resting the back of my head against his torso.

“This is his office,” I panted, enjoying this too much to shove him off. I rubbed against the bulge nudging my ass. “Someone is going to walk in.”

His long fingers pressed into my clit, rolling softly. I whimpered and arched against his palm with my eyelids fluttering. A dull ringing echoed through the closed door and I gasped, straightening to pull away, but he resisted. It was no use. Panting, I slumped against him, cradled, soclose. Maybe being a blood-whore wasn’t too bad . . .

“Vampire,” I moaned low. “If I don’t answer the phone, someone else will come.” And I didn’t want anyone else facing them. I’d be the one to blame for bringing evil to their door. After a moment of hesitation, his grip loosened, and I extricated myself to exit the office space.

A low chuckle followed me as I stiffly walked back to the front desk. I needed to get a hold of myself. I slapped my palm on the desk surface and gripped the pen. It creaked in my palm.

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