Page 106 of Blood Mosaic

“What does that…”

She trailed off when he started to move.

“Oh no.”

She pressed her face to his shoulder as Oleg sped down the stairs. Since they were alone, he didn’t have to modify his natural speed, and they were at her door around a minute later.

“We’re here.” He set her on her feet, and she wobbled a little bit. “Steady.”

Tatyana leaned into his chest and tilted her face up to his. “That was fast.”

He trailed a finger over the soft brown wing of her eyebrow. “I told you to keep your eyes shut.”

“Like a high-speed train,” she murmured. “I took one of those once. In Germany.”

“Hmm.” He held her, enjoying the wondering expression in her eyes. “Do you have your key?”

“Are you going to kiss me again?” Her eyes were on his lips. “The way you kiss… I’ve never been kissed like that.”

“I imagine not.” He leaned down and brushed his lips over her mouth. He kissed her again and again, soft, drugging kisses that ratcheted up the delicious tension zinging between them.

Her mouth was full and swollen from his teeth. He scraped his fangs along her lower lip, enjoying the hint of blood that rose just underneath her skin.

“When I bite you” —he trailed his lips to her ear and whispered— “I will give you so much pleasure that you will come just from my teeth.”

She pressed her breasts against his chest and leaned into him, her eyes clouded with anticipation. “Why does that sound so good?”

“Because you’ve already felt my hands and you want more.” He ran his thumbs along the small of her back, trailed his fingertips over the rise of her bottom. His touch was so light she shivered, and he felt her skin prickle at the sensation he aroused. “Would you like to feel my cock, little wolf? Feel how hard it is when I fuck you?” He brought her hand to the front of his trousers. “My teeth are even harder. Sharper.”

Tatyana sucked in a breath and wrapped her fingers around his heavy cock.

Oleg smiled and pulled her hand away before too many ideas grew in her mind. “You’ve been drinking. I’m not going to touch you more than this when you’ve been drinking.”

“But it’s the same feeling as when you kiss me,” she whispered. “When you touch me. It feels like… champagne bubbles along my skin. Under my skin.”

Oleg’s cock was not interested in nobility. She was standing in front of him, willing, wet, and ready.

“Tatyana, open your door.” He wasn’t going to fuck her, but he wanted to play a little longer, and he didn’t want to share. “You’ll be embarrassed if someone walks by.”

“What do you want from me?” She looked up at him, her blue eyes drowsy and drunk. “Is this part of the plan?”

Oleg pulled away. “Plan?”

“To catch Zara?” She frowned. “To get your money. Why are you being… sweet?”

The spike of anger tore through him again, but this time what lay behind the anger wasn’t jealousy.

Her suspicionhurt.

Damn her.

Oleg crossed his arms over his chest. “Where is your key?”

“Okay, okay.” She dug into her pocket for the key and held it out to him. “You’re angry again. I can’t keep track of why you’re angry all the time.”

Oleg took her key. Then he opened her door, shoved Tatyana inside, shut it behind her, and walked away.

Chapter Twenty-Three

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