Page 39 of Seduction in Blood
I didn't utter a word and might have nodded. But I didn't stop him when he pulled the nightgown over my head. I stood there, his gaze a gentle caress as my body heated with need.
I reached for the buttons on his shirt to complete my earlier task. When the last button was freed, I ran my hands up his chest, sliding the shirt off his shoulders. At last, there were no barriers between us. I circled his nipples before tasting each one. Then I reached for his neck, pulling him down to me.
His kiss, needy and filled with longing, devoured me as he pulled me down to the blanket. Then he moved away, standing to stare down at me, his manhood straining for release. When he didn't move, I smiled, knowing how to get him to return to me. A warm breeze tickled my skin as I ran a hand over a breast, moving slowly to the spot between my legs.
Boots then pants hit the ground, and he stood over me, fully naked, his shaft thick with need, his gaze lit with love. He fell to his knees, and his day-old stubble rubbed against my inner thigh as he dipped his head to run a tongue over my overly sensitive skin. His fangs grazed the same area as he moved up until he reached…oh my god…that was it. I opened my legs, aching for more, the feel of his tongue on me and then in me. No one else had ever taken me to such heights, to places where time didn't matter and no one existed but him and me.
Then we were entwined, our lips demanding, unable to get enough of the other. Had it been days or years since we'd been together? I held on with an urgency I'd never known. Suddenly, time was against us. The weight of it dragged me down as his arms slipped away, his face fading to shadows.
"Cressa! You're going to be late for your session with Anna."
I lifted my head, which had been face down in my pillow. My brain was fuzzy, but I distinctly smelled roses and an intensely masculine scent—something spicy.
"You'll need your breakfast if you're training with Sergi before lunch."
I face-planted back into the pillow. It had happened again. And when I touched a hand to a sensitive spot on my thigh, I felt the abrasion. As if someone had rubbed their whiskers against it. I remembered the glow of his gaze as he watched me from between my legs. How was he doing this?
ChapterNineteen
"Cressa,at least let me know you're alive in there."
I shot up, the sheet slipping down over bare breasts. I swiped along the bed, searching for my nightgown. Where was it? I jumped out of bed, almost tripping over the nightie that had fallen to the floor.
"I'm here." My throat was raw and sounded more like a cough. "I'm awake," I tried again. "I'm not hungry. Go away." The last part made me feel bad. Lucas didn't deserve my attitude, but I needed alone time.
I grabbed the nightgown and threw it on before diving back under the covers. What the hell?
The dream.
The thought of it instantly created an intense yearning between my legs. When I closed my eyes, I could see his warm hands over me as he torched my skin with his tongue and took me over the edge with the tips of his fangs. My eyes shot open. I reached between my legs. Yeah, I was wet. From just now, or whatever the hell happened last night?
I went to bed with my nightgown on, still not feeling comfortable sleeping naked in a house full of vampires. Well, maybe not entirely full of vamps, but there were enough of them walking around.
I'd been so tired. And the kiss.
Not those from my dream, but the one in front of Gruber's house. We'd raced out so quickly, and with people milling about and Gruber screaming, I didn't want anyone to remember us running like thieves. I only needed a distraction, and the kiss was the best option I could come up with at the time. The tea party had been filled with sexual innuendos from the minute we'd entered the house. It only made sense to go with the theme for the evening.
I'd meant for the kiss to be chaste. Just a sweet taste of promised expectations, but Devon's lips had tasted so good. His shocked expression, then his arms clamping around my waist, had only encouraged me. Who had slipped tongue first? I couldn't help but grin because I think it might have been me. Then his shock disappeared, and he returned the kiss. And the second kiss was more powerful, more erotic. So much so, the entire car ride home filled me with overwhelming mixed emotions. I thanked the gods we could fight about my rash action. Otherwise, I might have thrown myself at him, ignoring Sergi's frowns from the front seat.
That had to be why I'd had such an erotic dream. I must have ripped off my own gown because there was no other explanation. Now that I had time to consider my current state, why did it feel like I'd actually had sex last night? My legs weren't sticky from that type of exploit, but when I touched my cheek, I distinctly remembered the feel of his scratchy whiskers. I loved the roughness of them against my inner thighs.
Oh my god.
I threw the covers across the bed and raced for the shower, making a quick side trip to the door. It was locked. Devon must have a key. Had he drugged me? I stood under the hot water until I heard pounding at the door. I called out a greeting, not ready to leave the false security of the shower.
"It's Anna. I'm leaving a tray by your door. We need to start in thirty minutes. In the library."
"Okay," I shouted and dropped my head to the cool tiles. At least I wouldn't have to face him yet.
The tray held a bowl of oatmeal, a fruit cup, and a small carafe of coffee. I ate and tried to recall everything that happened after locking my door last night. Nothing special. The only alcohol I'd had was at the tea party, but my senses had been fully engaged for the robbery. I'd had two drinks with the Oslo twins. Had they drugged me? If so, would Devon had known? That seemed unlikely.
Maybe there were other ways a vamp could mesmerize a person, and he'd put some hoodoo spell on me in his office. No. Not with Sergi there. Nothing added up with the sedate lifestyle the vamps in this house appeared to lead. It could be a ruse, though why bother if he just wanted to have sex? Why the game? There were so many other ways to go about it, including drugging me. There just hadn't been an opportunity for him to do that.
At the crux of it all, I had no one to ask about what was happening. I slipped on my workout clothes, groaning when I remembered my new sessions with Sergi.
This was day three. Only four more days and I would walk away from this world. From Devon. And I was okay with that. I ignored the sense of regret and the loss of something important as I ran downstairs to meet Anna.
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