Page 63 of Captured in Love
To give her privacy, I busy myself with ordering a large breakfast spread for her and Levi. They need food after yesterday, and if I’m going to keep drinking their blood, I also need to make sure they’re getting enough nutrients to stay healthy. The thought of feeding from some nameless human has become abhorrent to me, but I think I’ll need to supplement my diet with some bagged blood nonetheless. Nora and Levi need to stay strong to finish these Games, and massive blood loss definitely wouldn’t help their chances.
By the time Nora emerges from the bathroom in a cloud of steam, wrapped in a bathrobe, I have the breakfast ready on the little coffee table. She perches on the other armchair, snags a fresh croissant, and bites into the flaky dough.
“Mm,” she murmurs, “thanks for this.”
I sip my espresso and eye her over the rim of the tiny cup. “Feeling better?”
“Yes, especially after that shower.” She squirms. “I’m not cold anymore.”
Something in her voice has me looking at her more carefully. The flush in her cheeks could be innocent enough, the product of a hot shower, but her eyes glimmer wickedly, telling a different story.
“Nora…” I set down my cup. “What did you do?”
She bites her lip. “I was in the shower, and I thought of you.”
“Of me? Or us?” I incline my head toward the sleeping Levi.
She lowers her voice even further. “I thought about all three of us.”
My body thrums with tension, and I finally register what’s been glaringly obvious since she stepped from the bathroom. Under the aromas of coffee, pastry, and Nora’s shampoo is the faint, floral scent of her arousal.
Did she make herself come in the shower?
I flick my gaze toward Levi. He’s still asleep, his big body relaxed on the sheets, his arm thrown up over his head. Nora said she’d been thinking about all three of us, so we do need to wake him. But that doesn’t mean I can’t play with Nora a little.
I settle back and fold my arms across my chest. “Put your hands on the armrests,” I command.
Nora’s eyes widen, but she does as she’s told. The bathrobe covers her from neck to knee, giving me tantalizing glimpses of her skin that aren’t nearly enough. But I can do this slowly.
“What did you do in the shower?” I ask, keeping my gaze on her face.
She gives me a tiny, wicked smile. “Not enough. I was hoping you’d finish the job.”
“Witch,” I murmur.
That only has her smiling wider. “I’m right here.”
“And you’ll stay there until Levi wakes up on his own,” I tell her. “Or you won’t get what you want.”
“What?” Nora grips the armrests harder. “That’s not fair!”
I motion for her to lean back. “What’s not fair is you coming in here, smelling like dessert.” I take my coffee cup again and try my best to hide the trembling in my fingers. “Now spread your knees.”
She glowers at me but obeys. “He could sleep for hours.”
“Yes.” I allow myself to grin at her. “And wouldn’t that be fun?”
Nora’s breathing quickens, and with every fast breath, the bathrobe gapes a little more, exposing her to me.
“Keep your eyes on mine,” I instruct her. “And don’t move. Now tell me, did you touch yourself in the shower?”
Her flush spreads from her neck, up to her cheeks, but Nora doesn’t flinch. “Yes.”
“Good. Did you play with your clit?” I press. “Or did you slip your fingers lower?”
Nora’s breath shudders out of her, and she whispers, “Both.”
The image of her wet, naked body, lush with pleasure, slams into my mind, and it’s all I can do to stay in my chair.
