Page 28 of Death Game: Supernatural Battle

Unease stirred within me. “I thought you said I wouldn’t become a Vissimo.”

He cocked his head. “Not through the exchanges alone, and you must be invited by the clan alpha. Am I to take it you don’t wish to join my kind?”

We’d never talked about it. But no, I didn’t.

I was human—lifespan, wrinkles, and all.

Kyros caught my frown and tilted my chin up. “The fifth exchange is all we’re discussing.”

I tried to free my face, glowering at him. Like he never downplayed anything that may freak me out.

“I’m just not sure why I’d do the fifth exchange,” I said, abandoning my attempt to shake his hold. “I’ll be better able to protect myself, yes, but each exchange makes it harder to think of anything but you. If we exchange again and you’re taken away, it will be harder to live without you.”

A hardness settled over his emotions—something I’d noticed Kyros did when he wanted to guard me from something.

“Can you say you’re immune to the drive to continue the mating exchanges?” he eventually asked. “That your entire being isn’t desperate to intertwine with mine?”

The urge to blame the urge on the blood bond stalled on my lips. Because that excuse wasn’t true anymore. Even if I hated that lines were blurring, feelingswerebecoming tangled.

He crowded me against the wall, threaded his hand through my hair and tugged until my head was tipped back to see his face. “When will you admit how you feel for me, my beauty?”

My breath hitched.

“You drove off a cliff for me,” he whispered, trailing his nose from jaw to temple.

My hands shook. His were in the same state.

“I…”

His growl slipped between us. “The thought of claiming you as my mate keeps me up at night. I want to bite and fuck you through the three remaining exchanges back to back.” He leaned in for a kiss that I could tell would leave me legless.

I placed a hand on his chest, mind scrambling. “Is losingIngeniuma possibility? You said winning was a certainty a few weeks ago. Why the rush to jump into the fifth exchange?”

“There are no certainties in life,” the vampire purred, slipping his leg between mine.

“Kyros, I can literally feel when you’re downplaying shit,” I said angrily.

I needed this to happen and didn’t expect Kyros to come out with it so soon. Yet I was putting up more barriers than security at a Justin Bieber concert.

In response, the vampire tapped my ear gently, his eyes sliding to the left.

Oh, right.

“Time is always slipping away. If the opportunity is now, who am I to fight my instincts?” Kyros trailed kisses between my pushed-up breasts, pulling up my thin T-shirt to continue down.

I clamped my thighs together.

He undid the front of my jeans, dragging down the zipper.

My insides clenched and I clutched for his shoulder as everything disappeared; sound and smell and sight, gone.

“Can I touch you, Basilia?” He sounded almost furious.

He wasn’t.

We were as desperate as each other.

I needed him to touch me. Just another fucking line blurred that I couldn’t bring myself to care about.

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