“Or I could go to bed, seeing as how you have me gallivanting ashore tomorrow.”
“Up to you. Although we both know you don’t need much sleep these days.” An advantage to being his assistant. A little bit of vampire blood gave Rennie not only an extended lifespan but also stamina beyond that of a normal person.
“Do you need assistance locating a proper meal first?” Rennie asked as he stood.
“I think I can handle that on my own.” It proved all too easy when a woman he encountered by the elevators drunkenly offered to show him the stars in her cabin.
He didn’t fuck her because one did not touch their food with their cocks—unless you were that kid inAmerican Pie.
Dante drank enough to sate, applied the salve he carried that promoted quick healing, and left his dinner asleep in her room with no recollection they’d even met.
On his way back to his suite, Dante paused outside Selene’s door and wondered what she did inside. Then because he suddenly had to know, he once more made his way outside and, with a bit of fancy climbing, ended up on her large terrace. She’d left the sliding door open a crack, and he stood still for a listen before entering, his steps soundless.
The living room of her suite, comprising a dining set plus a sofa and two chairs, remained dark and unoccupied. The door to the bedroom stood ajar and, once he neared the portal, he could hear the soft exhalation of her breath.
Slow and even. Selene slept and despite a niggling sense of wrongness—You’re bordering on stalker territory—he entered to have a look. She lay splayed over the covers, her lycan heritage making her run hot, unlike him, who ran slightly cold. Not because he was dead. Vampires were very much living creatures, just not quite human. Their organs were not in the same places—they had a few missing and others added. Vampire DNA also differed from humans, evident when studied at a chromosomal level.
Another misconception? Vampires were born, not made, but that said, there weren’t many of their kind, as the conditions to maintain a pregnancy to fruition proved arduous. Most vampiric fetuses self-aborted before the first trimester. Even more oddly, a vampire couldn’t produce a child with another vampire. One of the parents had to be human. He had no idea if a lycan would work. A strange thing to even wonder, as he’d never contemplated having progeny of his own before.
Selene rolled in her sleep, flinging her arm across the mattress, her lips parting. A soft huffing murmur had him leaning closer.
“No. We can’t,” she mumbled.
What did she dream of?
“I don’t want to hurt you.” Her next mutter.
Hurt who?
“It’s not you, it’s me.”
Now he really wondered who she spoke to in her dream.
“I’m dangerous to love.”
He stiffened. Was she already enamored of someone else?
“You’re pretty and rich. You’ll find someone else.”
Wait, was she speaking about him?
“You shouldn’t kiss me.”
Oh, but he wanted to.
“Oh, Dante.”
Hell yeah,she did dream of him.
She also squirmed on the bed, the scent of her arousal indicating her fantasy turned carnal. Her breathing shortened, and she uttered tiny moans of need. He was tempted to give her what she desired, but if she woke with him there…
“No.” Her voice emerged low. “Run, Dante. Ru—grrr.” The transition from woman to wolf happened so fast Dante barely had time to react.
Selene went from sleeping human to a very awake lycan, standing on four paws on the bed, fur bristling. Snapping teeth lunged for Dante, and he had to grab the wolf’s jaw to avoid having his throat torn out. Usually, he would have snapped the neck of a threat, but he couldn’t this time. Couldn’t hurt Selene. Hence why he ignobly fled to the terrace, a snarling wolf at his heels as he vaulted over the railing and landed on the deck below.
The wolf did not follow, and he glanced up to see it standing with its paws on the rail, head lifted as it howled at the sky.
It didn’t sing for long. Probably because Selene awoke and changed back. He heard a cursed, “Dammit, not again,” before she padded from the balcony back into her room.