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Will she fear me if she knows what I am? For some reason that is more important than anything else to me right now. When the silence stretches for long enough, I force all thoughts away and step back into the room. My heart kicks my breastbone when I don’t see Melody standing where I expect to see her. My gaze darts around the room before finding her half-draped on the tiny bed, one leg and arm hanging limply to the side. Rushing to her, I turn her on her back, smoothing the hair away from her face. Her lashes flutter and open slightly, a small smile playing on her lips.
The fangs throb in my mouth.
“You came back,” she whispers, those full lips tilted at the corners begging to be kissed. She looks sleepy, as if she has just woken up. “I’m glad.”
“I’ll always come back for you.” The words are out before I can stop them and I’m shocked to find I really mean them.
I have never made a promise like that to anyone but my brothers. Not even to my father. So what does that say about this girl? She might be more dangerous to me than the magic user and the assassins put together. With her doll-like looks and sweet innocence, she will make me her willing victim. My fist tightens in her hair.
A perfect weapon.
What I have before me is the perfect weapon to end my bloodline. Will she have the same effect on Lucien and Moël? Unable to stop it, the possessive growl vibrates from my chest. Melody giggles and lifts her hand, her fingers tracing my lips.
“Those stupid drugs make me hallucinate, Ethan.” My cock presses hard against the zipper of my pants when her fingers rub my fangs. Unaware, I peel my lips back and snarl in her face, eliciting a giggle from her. “They makes me think you are a vampire.” Snorting ungracefully, she keeps rubbing my mouth.
Snatching her hands, I press them on the side of her head, which puts us face to face. Her pupils dilate, her breathing speeding up as she licks her lips. Panting like an animal above her, I’m disgusted at myself that all I want to do right now is rip her clothes off and bury my fangs in her neck while shoving my cock inside her. It’s obvious she has been drugged and is not herself. My mind knows that, but my body … not so much. Pushing the instincts away, I try to release her but her fingers lace through mine and hold me back. A lesser male will stay and do what she asks of him. It’s a moment of truth for me.
I am a lesser male.
“Kiss me.” Her half-lidded gaze is locked on my mouth, fascination swirling in it.
“You are not yourself, Melody.” I don’t move away, my eyes flicking to her glistening lips. “You will hate me for it later.”
“Kiss me anyway.” The breathy sound of her voice almost makes me spill in my pants.
Cursing under my breath, I look away from her face. She is turning my resolve to do right by her into dust. My eyes land on three red welts on the creamy skin of her forearm. By the looks of it, Salmon left his mark on her. I will definitely skin that cat … later. With the urge to taste her too strong to resist, I lower my head and brush my lips over the three scratches. The scent of blooming roses and the coppery zing of her blood burn my nostrils. With a low growl at the back of my throat, I flatten my tongue and lick her skin.
A soft moan passes her lips, the skin under my nose pebbling up. Her back arches, pushing her breasts to my chest. So I don’t do anything stupid like bite her and drink her until she is part of me, I bury my face in the crook of her neck. The scratches on her skin burn the back of my eyelids and push at my instincts to mark her as well, to erase the claim the damn cat has made.
“You won’t kiss me, will you?” Melody sighs, relaxing under me.
“Ask me again tomorrow,” I tell her hair, my lips grazing the skin of her shoulder.
“You are no fun, pretty boy.” She sounds so petulant I almost laugh. “Not that I blame you. You can have any woman you want, so why would you kiss me.”
Taken aback by her comment, I lift my head to find she actually believes her words. Throwing caution and my morals to the wind, I fist her hair and yank her face to mine. I swallow her startled gasp and the low moan she releases, pushing my tongue past her lips. I devour her mouth like a starving male. Her flavor explodes on my taste buds making me drunk from it, from her. Her tiny fingers claw at my shoulders to bring me closer to her and I barely manage to stop the insanity overtaking my rational mind. Pulling back, I give her one soft peck on her lower lip before lifting my head to look at her.
“Holy shit.” She breathes, looking dazed. Not that I feel much better myself.
“Ask me again to kiss you tomorrow,” I tell her, unable to look away from her swollen lips.
“You can bet your pretty ass I’m going to ask. That was … it was … “ her words trail off.
“A small kiss.” With a wink, I grin at her.
“Wow, smug much?” Snickering, her gaze keeps flicking to my lips. “I think I’m going to die tomorrow from embarrassment when the drugs wear off.”
“Don’t worry, I’ll remind you.” My grin grows when she squints at me, her eyes turning to slits.
“I think I liked you better when you didn’t speak English.”
“I always spoke English, you just assumed I didn’t.” Her rosy cheeks warm my heart for some stupid reason. “I will let you sleep it off, little one. I’ll go look for a way to find your friends so we can get you out of here.”
“Promise?” she murmurs sleepily, her eyes fluttering closed.
“I promise.” She sighs at my words and falls asleep.
With great reluctance, I lift off her, tucking her in under the threadbare blanket. I don’t want to walk away and leave her behind, but the sooner I figure out how to find her friends the sooner I can take her home with me. I stumble away from her at the thought of her in my home. Her peaceful face tightens my chest. Yes, no way I’m letting her slip through my fingers. The girl is mine whether she knows it yet or not.
