Page 34 of Claimed By her Alien Prince

"Most likely," I said, yawning.

"You're tired, come." He rose and walked over to my chair to help me up. As before, the moment our hands met, electricity ran from him to me like a current.

"Seth," I whispered.

"I feel it too," he confessed, pulling my hand up to his lips and kissing it. "But for now, you need sleep and I have… some business to attend to."

I would have asked more questions, but his words and the tone of his voice didn't invite any, and I didn't know him well enough to have a sense of when to push and when not to. As much as I felt I knew him, he was still a stranger. And a member of an invading alien society. Not to mention, a bloodsucking vampire.

That thought went straight to my loins, but mercifully my tiredness won out. I think I fell asleep the moment Seth tucked me in.

The second I opened my eyes, they searched for Seth with my heart pumping as if I had just run for my life, only to settle when I found him sitting on a padded chair, feet resting on a low table with some kind of tablet in his hands.

As if sensing me watching him, his head turned in my direction and a smile curved his full lips. "Lilith."

"Good morning," I said, wondering if it was morning. There was no window in the room but the light was dimmed. I stretched on the bed and felt his eyes rove my body. "Did you not sleep?"

"We don't need much sleep, a few hours every three or four days," he admitted.

"That must be nice." I returned his smile. "Me, I need ten to twelve hours every night or I'll be a grouch."

"Grouch?" he asked, putting the tablet down.

"Yeah, you know, irritated, moody, bitchy. Grouchy. I'm a morning grouch." But even as I said the words, I felt no stirring of my usual morning annoyance. Which was strange, because after what we did most of the night I doubted, I had gotten more than five to six hours of rest.

"Strange," he rubbed his chin. "Perhaps that's a Nayphyllym trait on Adama, the Nayphyllyms here need as little sleep as us—"

"Vampires?" I provided with a smirk.

He stood and moved over to the bed. "I'm not a vampire."

I sat up, watching him lazily put one knee on the bed, making it dip. I held up a finger, "You don't sleep."

He leaned forward, and I held up another finger, my smile widening. "You don't like the bright light or sun."

His hand snaked around my waist and pulled me closer to him and I held up another finger. "You bite and drink blood."

"What else do your vampires do?" he rasped.

My mind was turning all kinds of fuzzy from his closeness and from catching glimpses of his fangs, reminding me of the things we had done last night. Heat rose from my core and my stomach fluttered.

"They descend on unsuspecting maidens," I breathed.

His lips descended on mine in a long, possessive kiss, which I gladly returned. His free hand caressed the side of my face. "Lilith, it was torture watching you sleep. I wanted to wake you so many times."

"Hmm." My mind was even more jumbled after his kiss. "Feel free to wake me like this any time you desire."

"What about the grouch though?" he teased. "What if I'm afraid of her?"

"She might make an exception for you," I teased back.

His hand on the small of my back moved up and down, sending shivers of pleasure through me. I shamelessly hung off his arm, allowing him to fully support my weight, while my hands roamed his wide chest, the hardness of his pecs, and the beating of his heart. Heart?

"Hmm, maybe you really aren't a vampire, I can feel your heartbeat."

"It beats only for you," he said.

Oh, what girl wouldn't want to hear those words? He sure knew how to wrap me around his finger. "I like that."

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