Page 55 of Hunt the Dusk
I couldn’t share my theory with Ezekiel without the risk of fracturing his mind, but I needed to warn the guys as soon as I got back.
I finished my bun, drained my coffee, and headed into the bedroom to shower and dress. Tonight would be an exercise in observation, because the person wanting to knock Ezekiel out of commission could very well be at the dinner table.
Chapter 19
“Fucking stupid fucking bloody thing!” Lacing up a corset was impossible solo. These things were a two-person job, and I was beginning to get sweaty trying to accomplish it alone. “Stupid dress.” I took a deep breath and contorted my body to try again. The stays slipped from my grasp. “Argh! You know what? Fuck you. I’m wearing my pants.” I reached back to tear off the corset, but cool fingers gripped my angry hands.
“Allow me,” Ezekiel said.
A shiver ran over my skin. “Don’t you knock?”
“Knock at my own bedchamber door?” His fingers grazed my nape as he moved tendrils of hair over my shoulder. “I hardly think that’s required.”
I gritted my teeth as his scent filled my nose, threatening to soften me. “It’s mine at night. We agreed.”
He began to lace the stays. “Iagreedthat you could sleep here at night, not that it was your room.”
“Whatever, just…hurry up.” Every touch was like fingers of heat wrapping around my torso and brushing the underside of my breast.
“Almost done.” He tugged at the stays.
“Easy! I need to be able to draw a breath.”
My nape prickled, and a moment later, his cool cheek brushed my jaw. “Maybe Iwantyou breathless in my presence.”
A fresh shiver ran down my neck and over my collarbones, and I locked my knees to stop myself from leaning into his touch. “Yes, well, I don’t care what you want.”
He chuckled, low and growly. “Liar.” He turned his head so that the tip of his nose brushed the spot just beneath my ear.
My stomach flipped hard, and I made to pull away, but he snagged me around the waist, holding me fast against him.
Panic burst in my chest. “What are you doing?”
“Tormenting myself.” He inhaled deeply and then licked my throat.
“Ah…” My eyes fluttered closed, head falling back against his shoulder.
He sucked on my pulse, teeth grazing my sensitized skin. “Stop…” My voice was breathless and weak. “Ezekiel…you can’t feed from me. My amulet…”
The nip of his teeth stole my protest, and the rough lave of his tongue sent lava racing through my blood down to my pussy, where it spread, pulsing quick and eager. He cupped my breast and squeezed, drawing a whimper up my throat. “Please…” What was I doing? “No…”
“Please?” He rubbed his cheeks against my neck, my jaw, my shoulder. “No?” He cupped me through my petticoats, fingers pressing down on my pussy and circling until I was moaning and pushing against his hand, begging for more. “What do you mean, truly?” He panted against me, his mouth on my neck once more, hot and hungry, trailing soft suckling kisses up and down the column of my throat.
Oh God, I wanted this. I needed it. Harder. I covered his hand with mine, pushing him against me and rolling my hips. Oh…Oh God, I was going to come. I was?—
He released me abruptly.
My knees gave way, and I staggered, grabbing the bedpost to steady myself.
“Well, that was fun,” he drawled.
Heat slapped my cheeks, and a fist squeezed my lungs. “What the fuck is wrong with you?”
“I could ask you the same thing, little Silver. For someone who frequently professes her disgust of me, you seem to thrive on my touch.”
I pulled myself to my feet and turned to face him. “Get out.” I hated that my voice shook. He took a step toward me, and I took several back. “Please.”
“Get dressed. You have five minutes.”
