Page 12 of Bloodmoon Hit
“Yes.” I didn’t know the logistics, but I’d seen the aura around him and knew he was related to the Moon Goddess. I just didn’t know how. He carried her aura. It’s the only reason Orpheus approached him for an alliance. Though at first, Ibelieve it was so he could keep an eye on him as a potential threat.
“Weird,” Jett murmurs and licks her lips.
I stare down at her mouth, focusing on how her tongue pokes out. I allow myself a moment to listen to the song of her blood flowing through her veins. My fangs itch to drop down in place. I’d love to do nothing more than to have a taste of her. Now wasn’t the time, though. If I were going to taste her blood, it would be while I was inside her.
I needed to be able to bond with my mate first before any of that could happen. She needs to know she can trust me. I wouldn’t just use her as a way to drink from her. Although, I do intend to drink from her throat. Maybe even that artery at her inner thigh.
My cock twitches at the idea of such a pleasure. I knew in my gut that she’d be sweet. The scent of her alone was sweet. Knowing she’s the daughter of Apollo simply screams at me that her blood would be delicious.
The moment is broken between us when the waitress comes back with our food. Throughout the rest of the dinner, the talk was simple yet engaging. I found out more about her, not just what I could have found in a report. Jett, it seemed, could be funny, though in a very sweet way. She was also shy. I even told her a bit more about myself.
By the time we finished, time had seemed to pass in a blur. Not unusual for me. Though I had more to do before the night was over, none of it mattered. I intended to spend the rest of the evening with Jett. Tonight, she was the only thing I was worried about.
I paid for dinner and guided Jett out of the restaurant. On the sidewalk, I face her. “Let me walk you home.”
Jett seems to contemplate this for a moment before nodding. “Okay.”
Taking her hand in mine, I hold it while we continue to talk seamlessly the whole way there.
It wasn’t until we were on her front porch that I found myself wondering if she’ll let me in. But she doesn’t leave me waiting for long.
“Do you . . . umm . . . want to come inside?” she asks.
“I come inside, little one, I don’t think I could be a gentleman,” I tell her, not wanting to lie. I needed her, and it wasn’t just for blood.
Jett’s cheeks flush that bright pink once again, and she licks her bottom lip. “That’s okay,” she whispers.
“Are you sure, Jett?” I pull her in my arms, holding her tighter to my front. There’s no denying that she can feel the size of my cock behind the zipper of my slacks. “If I come in, I’m going to have you. I’ll have all of you. Body and blood. I won’t stop until I have all you have to give me.”
“You wouldn’t hurt me,” she breathes, pressing her hands into my chest. “I don’t know how I know it, but I know you wouldn’t hurt me. I can trust you.”
“I’d never let anything or anyone hurt you,” I tell her, dipping my head down closer to hers.
“Then will you come inside?”
Those five words are barely a whisper on her lips as she speaks them, and they’re all that she gets out before I crash my lips to hers, sealing our mouths together in the first real kiss I’ve had in over two thousand years.
Chapter
Seven
JETT
My body feels as if it were on fire. Like, at any moment, it might ignite into flames.
With Aziz’s arm around me, his mouth on mine, I feel so much more than I thought possible. I’d been nervous to ask him to come inside. I knew what it would lead to. I wanted it. I don’t know why, it’s not something I’ve done before. I’ve never in my life kissed a man like this or even invited them into my home with the desire to do something so brazen.
Aziz moves us without stopping our kiss. He opens my door, not using a key, and lets us in. Over the threshold, he scoops me in his arms and carries me through the house. I don’t know how he knows it, but he figures out where my room is without asking or without removing his lips from mine.
Only when my back touches the bed does he draw his lips away. Even then, he does so only to start kissing his way along my jaw, down my neck to where my neck meets my shoulder.
I do my best to start unbuttoning his shirt, but it’s frustrating, and I find myself ripping his shirt open instead. Aziz makes a growling noise in the back of his throat and jerks away,stripping the shirt completely off. He toes his shoes off and shoves his pants down, exposing all that’s him. When he comes back to me, it’s not to kiss me, but rather to rip my clothes from my body as well. He doesn’t take mercy on them. He destroys them, and I couldn’t even think to be upset about it. I loved every second of him being so . . . primal.
With nothing between us, Aziz comes back over me. His lips latching onto mine, his fingers curling around one of my breasts, his arm goes beneath me, holding me to him.
The feel of his thickness against my thigh has me growing wetter than I thought possible.
Oh yes.
