Текст книги "Take Me"

Автор книги: T. A. Grey

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There that sounded good. She smiled again, all professional.

“So her name is now Terry Terri?” Lady Blackmoore said slowly.

Shit. I’m so busted!

She was just about to try to dig her way out of this nonsense when she heard a soft giggle.

Julianna Greenwich had the tops of her manicured fingers pressed against her trembling mouth as her shoulders shook. She was trying desperately not to laugh, but more giggles came and, as if she couldn’t hold it in any longer, she tossed her head back and laughed a good old-fashioned laugh that came all the way from her belly. The sound was so infectious Felicity joined in and then Lady Blackmoore’s laughter, and even that sounded polite, followed. Everyone laughed but Dominic.

Felicity looked at him still smiling and his entire body tensed.

Before she could decide what to make of Dominic Blackmoore the door opened swung open. Felicity watched a drop-dead sexy man saunter in with a confident smile and crinkles around his Blackmoore eyes.

“What’s so funny?” the man asked. He headed right into their private party, grabbed the finished drink out of Dominic’s hand then refilled it and tossed it back like he was taking a shot. Then he looked each one of them in the face and took a seat next to Felicity.

Felicity felt another charge in the air and for some reason she scooted a little away from him. The charge diminished, somewhat.

The man had a sexy appeal to him that looked completely natural, not like he did it on purpose. He looked an awful lot like Dominic but had ruggedness to him. Dark stubble covered his jaw and chin and crossed at the top of his lip to give him a sexy beard and moustache that he kept trim to his skin. He wore a white long sleeved shirt that fit him loosely but also hinted at a lean, hard body underneath. With that he wore jeans, a black knit belt and heavy black boots that he promptly lifted and sat on the expensive wood table.

Dominic spoke first. His eyes were leveled on the man, unwelcoming. “This has nothing to do with you, Luc. Just _leave now.”

Luc. Oh shit. Felicity turned to the man sitting next to her as recognition sunk in. This was Lucas freaking Blackmoore—Dominic’s brother and singer in LBB that Beth told her about.

“I know it doesn’t have anything to do with me. That’s why this is all so fun.” He inclined his head and said, “Mother, Lady Julianna.”

“So good to see you again, Lucas,” Julianna said. She even had a soft pretty voice.

Felicity hated her even more.

“And you too, doll face. So who’s this?” he drawled out and as his gaze leveled on Felicity, she swore she could feel it across every inch of her skin.

Dominic answered. “That’s Ms. Felicity Shaw. Mother’s considering hiring her as the planner for the bonding.” He clearly sounded as if he loathed the idea more than anything.

Felicity straightened in her seat and glared. “And what’s wrong with that? Have you seen the work I’ve done? I’m excellent!” she said.

At once, she felt all eyes fall on her but she was beyond caring. This was between him and her.

Dominic apparently didn’t care either because he sat forward in his chair leaning his arms on his strong thighs as he glared those beautiful eyes at her.

“To speak frankly, I’ve seen better.”

Felicity froze.

But not at what he said, but at the undercurrent riding them. It was a jab and she hadn’t missed it. What he really meant was: he’d seen more women that were more beautiful than her. One of them was sitting in this room right now.

“Well so have I.” She arched her left eyebrow to indicate the rugged musician sitting next to her and Lucas smiled turned into a feline grin. Dominic’s mouth twitched.

She sensed it coming. Something big. She just didn’t know what it was. All of the energy in the room seemed to gravitate towards him as if he had more mass than anything else. Anger, frustration, and something else poured from him in unrelenting waves like an assault. Felicity didn’t back down though, no matter how completely out of her league she was. And she was totally out of her league in every regard to this man, hell, to this entire family.

Then like a switch being thrown the spell broke, but it didn’t fade away. Instead it moved to linger in the background like a shadow flickering in a dark room.

Lucas burst out laughing and several things happened that no one pointed out.

One, Felicity had to remember to tell Beth she was right. Lucas Blackmoore had a devastatingly gorgeous voice—a lovely rumbling tenor. His singing voice could only be magnificent, for sure.

Two, Dominic stood up.

Three, Julianna’s lips tightened in a pained expression.

Four, Lady Blackmoore sighed like an exhausted woman.

Felicity would remember this moment always and exactly in that sequence, because this was the moment her entire life changed. Well, later she might argue that it actually changed the moment Ian called her to interview at Blackmoore estate. Whatever, apples and oranges and all that.

Lucas’ laughter died out. “Well isn’t this all interesting. We have a planner looking to design your bonding ceremony, a bruid to be, a bonded male to be, and mother in the middle. I say we hire her.” He pretended to look over her portfolio pictures on the table but no way could he really be judging her work when he looked at them all for barely a second.

“No,” Dominic said.

Lady Blackmoore picked up several of the pictures and eyed them with a strong eye. She had been to many parties in her life. Her eye would be the real judge.

“She does do some fine work,” she muttered.

Felicity could feel the divide. Dominic versus the rest of them. The only one who had yet to say what they thought was Juliana. Felicity narrowed in for the kill.

“Lady Greenwich what would your colors be for the bonding ceremony?”

A light pink tinged her cheeks. “I suppose...I suppose I’d like ivory and gray.”

Elegant, strong, but beautiful colors. Also not very traditional which would make it stand out more. A color scheme and design plan started to form in Felicity’s mind like a spider slowly building a web.

Felicity leaned Julianna, a smile on her face. “Lady Greenwich, I promise you will have the most beautiful ceremony ever. People will be talking about it for years to come. You will be the envy of everyone. Grey and ivory will paint the room and paint you into a beautiful masterpiece, one that will take breaths away. I will work with you personally. I’ll be at your beck and call. Everything will be made out into the finest of details. It will be your perfect day. I promise I can do this for you.”

The room grew quiet. Then Julianna smiled. The look transformed her face from beautiful to absolutely stunning.

Knowing that one day Julianna would be the one touching Dominic’s naked body, feeling the heat of his gaze on her skin filled Felicity’s mouth with a sour taste.

The thought sent a surge of unpleasantness through her. For a moment all she wanted to do was stand up and leave. Leave the beautiful woman with her soon to be mate. They’d make incredibly beautiful children together.

Something hardened in her. This was the opportunity of a lifetime and she wouldn’t throw it away out of jealousy. No matter how badly she wished she was in Julianna’s place.

“Yes, I want her,” said Julianna.

Lucas grinned. “I second that.”

Felicity kept her back straight as she glanced between Dominic and Lady Blackmoore. Her fate rested in their hands.

Dominic crossed his arms across his chest and scowled at them all.

Well, she had his answer.

Lady Blackmoore was a different matter, and she was smart. She hadn’t missed the awkward exchange between Dominic and her. However, she also kept looking over her designs with a keen eye. Like she was actually considering it.

Felicity waited on bated breath.

“No.” That came from Dominic and didn’t surprise her.

However, Lady Blackmoore stood with her lips pressing into a firm line.

“I agree she’d make a fine planner for the occasion.” Felicity folded her hands together and squeezed to keep from bursting from the seat of her pants like she wanted to. “However, I have a few concerns.” Instantly Felicity’s shoulders sagged.

“Well I have more than a few concerns,” snapped Dominic. “I don’t want her working for us.”

Lucas looked at him with feigned shock. “And why not? You saw her work. It’s good stuff.”

Yeah, why not, Felicity wanted to say, but instead frowned.

“I don’t want her working for us because—” he stopped himself short and once again tension filled the room like a suffocating blanket.

Felicity yearned to crack a window and let some fresh air in.

“Perhaps you should let it be your bruid’s decision,” Lucas said. His eyes danced with mischief.

Felicity wanted to high five him. Thanks to him she might just get this job.

“Dominic, if you’ll come with me we can discuss these concerns together. In the meantime, Ms. Shaw you have the job.” Lady Blackmoore held her hand out and Felicity shook it, unable to hide her smile.

“Thank you so much.”

Dominic and his mother headed for the door, but at the last minute he turned around. “This isn’t over.”

It was a promise.

* * *

Dominic followed his mother into the library. He knew where this was going but that didn’t mean he liked it.

Only one thought possessed his mind—Felicity Shaw.

Even her name sounded good to him. It had an upbeat, feminine quality to it that pleased the ears. Something about Felicity Shaw intrigued him. After she left last night he found he wanted to know more about her. Hell, he wanted to know everything about her and not from some intel report but from her own mouth. Why he wanted any of this he had no clue, but like a hound catching the scent of prey, he had her scent locked inside him. And he wouldn’t stop until he caught her.

Was she trying to kill him wearing a dress like that? That had been his first thought when he saw her. Hell, she looked good enough to eat. At first sight his cock had sprung up like a boy seeing his first pair of tits. She did it on purpose. No doubt about that. She wanted to taunt him for slighting her last night.

Well, he had plans to take care of that. To take care of them both in the process.

For some reason he found himself enjoying this immensely. Anticipation and excitement filled his veins like hot, thick blood. Both were feelings he hadn’t felt in ages. Helena had turned from burning hot to lukewarm. Then as time passed lukewarm faded to frigid. One hundred years into their blood bond and he had a mate who couldn’t stand his touch, but would easily take his money to lavish herself with jewelry and fine clothes.

Oddly, thinking about her now didn’t fill him with the kind of anger it had before. He almost smiled. Soon Helena would be nothing to him. Not even a distant bad memory. She deserved far worse from him.

His mother turned to him. “What is she to you?”

Dominic crossed his arms. He adored his mother but being around someone for your whole life when that life lasted a very long time grew tiresome. His mother was the perfect political icon, which meant she knew when to be polite and smile and when to push straight to the point. Now she chose the latter.

“Yesterday I thought she was Julianna Greenwich and my soon to be bruid. Then I learn she’s the damn planner. How the hell was I to know? They both have long blond hair, and the only picture I had of her was fuzzy and old.”

“Why were you wrapped around each other yesterday? I will not hire her if this is going to be a problem, Dominic. Have you shared such intimacies with Lady Julianna or is this only a problem you have for Ms. Shaw?

“No,” he said. Just the thought of touching the immaculately beautiful Julianna made his fangs retreat. He had no curiosity in finding out what made Julianna tick. Just the thought of having a conversation with her made his head ache. Her life consisted of parties, clothes, and riches. So much like Helena.

Felicity Shaw was not like that. There was more to her. He saw that in the way her eyes spit fire at him last night and then today. No one dared to get angry with him aside from his closest friends and family. She didn’t fear him though.

“Are you saying that you’re attracted to Ms. Shaw because you thought she was Julianna or because you simply are?”

Dominic never backed down from how he felt. Once he made a decision he stuck to it. If he wanted something he got it. If he needed to tell someone pertinent information he did that too. He wasn’t about to change now. Direct worked best to those he was close to.

“I’m attracted to her yes. As to your other question, while I did think she was Julianna yesterday, my attraction has nothing to do with the fact that I thought she was my bruid; and no I have not had ‘intimacies’ with Julianna Greenwich. She holds no favor over me.” At all.

His mother gasped. “But she’s to be your bruid!”

“Not of my choice.” Even someone such as him had to bend sometimes, bend to the need of others and in this case, he needed a certain blue-blood socialite to help earn him the nomination for president. He would become the next president and representative for the vampires, but no one in the history of the council has ever become president without a blood bonded mate. Someone blue-blooded, rich, quiet, and who knew how to keep her place. Julianna Greenwich fit that bill to a T.

None of this would have happened if his father hadn’t caught the rare vampire disease, arromunia. Dom had moved on. He was ready to move into his father’s steps and take over.

If Dom hadn’t separated from Helena then none of this would be a problem. He was expected to have a bruid—a vampire mate to represent the women for the council. He could not run unmated and expect to win.

After Felicity left the estate last night, he’d called his brother Grayson to look into her. Grayson owned a security company that specialized in protecting vampires and weres. Some people always had targets on their back and no one, not even the immortal could always escape a murder attempt. Grayson and his team did excellent work but something his brother excelled at was gathering intel.

He looked into Felicity Shaw after she left last night and learned all about her. Her mother lived off an inheritance left to her by a dead husband. She took that money and squandered it badly—spending most of it on her very young and new “mate” who came from an even poorer background. According to Grayson, it looked like Felicity and her mother did not speak, and her father, a nameless figure, had never been in her life.

It looked like Mrs. Shaw was robbing the cradle and had left her daughter behind to fend for herself some years ago. The report also showed that Felicity had been searching for a job for over a year. She lived in a lower-income neighborhood with a beat-up car that still wasn’t paid off and had outstanding bills and debts.

The amount of debt she carried along with her previous paying jobs, according to what she’d told them during the interview didn’t add up. She would have to be a big spender to garner that kind of debt. Maybe even bigger than Helena. Just the thought brought a sour taste to his tongue. He didn’t want the passionate Felicity Shaw to have anything to do with his ex-bruid.

“It may not be of your choice, Dominic but you must. The weres are pushing for the presidency which will give them majority control. Alpha were Zeke wishes to have control over everything. He wants to bring forth a law that will force men to seek their mates and claim them even from other packs. You know how dangerous that will be. He says their population is dying out. Rafe were Chief of the North, wishes to have were supremacy over the council. You know he’ll vote and push and maybe even lead us to war to get the vampires off the council so that Zeke can rule. Zeke isn’t the right man for this position, Dominic.”

“Mother, I know this,” he said.

“Then you know what’s at stake if you don’t get elected.” Her voice softened as she came towards him. She let her guard down and he saw the burning pain of his father’s death still lingering in her eyes. It had only been a few months since they’d lit his dead body and let the flames take him. “Your father was a great man. It’ll be hard for any to take over in his place, but if anyone can do it, you can, my son.”

“Mother, I’ll win the presidency. Don’t worry about it.”

She nodded, blinking fast as tears filled her eyes, and then she gave him a tight smile. “Of course you and Lady Julianna will only help to prove to the people that you are traditional just as your father was. She will make a fine bruid.”

Dominic looked away. He doubted that. He didn’t like being quick to judge but Julianna didn’t seem like the type to care about women’s issues and that would be her responsibility as his queen.

A knot settled in his chest like a lead ball.

It felt wrong even thinking about mating with Julianna. It had nothing to do with the fact that they’d barely spoken when they met last night. Last night when he’d handed his family’s ring to her. The same ring that he’d forcibly removed from Helena’s finger not but a few months earlier. Did Julianna say anything? No, she just tipped her lips into a gracious smile then left for her rooms.

He’d hoped that maybe once he met Julianna that same fire he’d felt for Felicity Shaw would be there. He’d thought that maybe, just maybe, he’d been so long without a bedmate that his lust-filled mind had overtaken him.

But then he and Julianna sat and talked quite genially over a glass of blood and he’d never been more bored. She was not passionate. She did not fire his blood. She didn’t even capture his interest. He’d rather read an encyclopedia on insects than talk to her. It had been that bad. Of course, it didn’t help that all he’d wanted to do was go after Felicity. He had been unable to stop replaying their short time together.

Julianna did nothing for him.

He certainly did not have fantasies of pulling her expensive dress up, touching her wetness, then filling her over and again with his cock.

Nope. Not at all.

Even the thought of doing such a thing with the doll-like Julianna made his skin shrivel like a prune.

But he had to do it. His mother was right. He needed a bruid before he ran for office and there wasn’t much time for that. He needed one famous enough that everyone already knew her and would accept her graciously. Julianna would fit the part perfectly. Even her father was ready with his constituents to back his political campaign. All he had to do was mate with Julianna.

He’d been thinking it through since last night and could only come up with one decision. He must take Felicity as his mistress.

A slow smile curled over his lips.

“What’s that look?” his mother asked warily.

He flicked his gaze to hers and smiled for real. “It’s nothing. Just making plans. Let’s get back to our guests now, shall we?”

He turned for the door but his mother grabbed his arm and tugged. He turned back to her, one questioning brow raised.

“Son, you will mate with Julianna, won’t you?”

“Of course.”

Another unwanted mate to be saddled with. He’d done it before for five hundred years. He could do it again. Anything for his people. Anything to keep the weres, especially Zeke, from taking over. That would put three weres against two vampires on the council. He couldn’t have that. Not when his father had taken that seat for more than four hundred and fifty years.

“What about Ms. Shaw?” she asked. “I don’t have to give her the job. I can make this all go away. You know it’s for the best.”

Dominic regarded at the door, envisioning Felicity sitting on the sofa wearing that dress made to drive a man wild and looking nervous, sweet, and sexy all at the same time.

“She’ll be mine,” he said with finality. “Let her keep the job. It’ll matter not.”

“But—”

“That’s enough!” He said it with quiet menace and his mother nodded, her eyes falling to the floor.

Dominic entered the receiving room to find Felicity smiling up at his brother as if he’d just said something to make her laugh. A knot formed in his chest and he started for them with only one thought in mind—killing his brother—when Julianna stepped in front of him.

“Mr. Blackmoore,” she said softly and bowed her head. “If it pleases you I’ll take my leave to the bedroom now. I am very satisfied with the planner. Thank you.”

Shit. Dominic had almost forgotten about her. New bruids always moved into her soon-to-be mate’s home before the ceremony. It was a period for them to get to know each other better.

He inclined his head. “I’m glad it pleases you.”

She smiled again, somewhat stiffly, and though her looks were in abundance, nearly perfect, nothing in him stirred for her. Nothing at all.

She left and then Lucas started speaking. Dominic didn’t like several things about this.

For one, he didn’t like how close he stood to Felicity.

For two, he didn’t like how his brother used his charming voice to get into women’s beds. Which was exactly what he was doing right now.

For three, he absolutely wanted to slam his fist into his brother’s face at what came out of his mouth.

“I’ll tell you what. I’ll get you two tickets for my show tomorrow night. It’s a smaller gig down at the Coyote Theater. You can bring your friend you were telling me about.”

Felicity looked like she’d just been notified she’d won a large sum of money. Dom closed in on them.

He couldn’t keep the growl out of his voice. “What’s going on here?”

Felicity jerked at the sound of his voice and he instantly cooled it, not liking the unease flashing in her eyes.

“Lucas was just inviting me to a concert of his tomorrow.” She turned back to Luc. “I’d love to go. I mean really, I can’t even tell you how excited I am! Beth is going to go nuts.” She had a bright, captivating smile and even her eyes glittered when she smiled.

The fact that Lucas put that look on her face sent another growl from his throat.

Lucas sent him a real look this time. Not one with a stupid grin. “Ne yanlish?” he asked in their native tongue of Turkish. They rarely used it anymore but in times of discretion, it worked nicely.

“O benim.” She is mine, answered Dominic.

Lucas straightened slowly from Felicity, his eyes darkening. “Dikktali Olmak.” Take care, he said in Turkish, a gentle warning.

“I will,” he answered in English.

Lucas left and the door closed locking him and Felicity in the room.

She noticed it at about the same time as her eyes widened then darted about the room realizing they were alone.

His body started to burn as he breathed in her feminine scent. He liked it best this way. Her scent, not mixed with the others’. It saturated the room with its soft femininity. The pulse at her throat thumped faster and all he wanted to do was wrap her hair around his fist and plunge his fangs into her neck. Taste her. Drink her. She would like it. He knew it somewhere deep inside him. Her sexy little fangs would drop as her blood grew warm and her sex wet as her blood coated his tongue.

His cock grew hard in his slacks.

“Ms. Shaw,” he said, loving the way she shivered. “You got the job.”

“I-I think I’ll just be going.”

She tried to dart to the side but his hand shot out and curled over the shawl on her shoulders. Her chest rose and fell in hard waves. She felt this too. This incredible connection that existed between only them. He could howl his joy to the world. It wasn’t his lust-clogged mind, devoid of sex for so long that felt this longing. They both felt it. And it was real.

“What are you doing?” she breathed, her eyes skidding longingly to the door.

He took a step closer and she backed up. This went on several more steps until her back hit the brick fireplace.

“Something I’ve wanted to do all day,” he said honestly.

Her eyes locked on his—bright, wide eyes he could stare into all day.

“What’s that?” she said, whispering.

Dom leaned into her, loving the way her body cradled his so well. As if they fit. He wanted to savor this moment, to savor her. It was a fierce need starting to boil inside him that urged him to touch her everywhere, to learn her, to run his lips across her body, to taste her warm skin, and to breathe in her luscious scent.

He curled her into his body. She made a soft noise in the back of her throat. He wanted to hear more of those sensual sounds and to be the one making her do it.

Using his nose he pushed her wavy hair off one shoulder then buried his face in her neck. Her body shuddered against him, her rapid pulse beating against his lips revealing her excitement. He breathed in her sultry mix of musky woman and sweetness. God, how good she would taste. His mouth watered and he didn’t hesitate to run his tongue up the column of her neck.

Another shudder.

She latched onto the lapels of his jacket as if to keep him from leaving. Fine by him. His body more than agreed—it insisted.

Her hips arched against him and he growled. Keeping one arm squeezed tightly around her so she couldn’t go anywhere, he grabbed a fist full of her thick curling hair. He loved the way it felt in his fist.

“Do you have any idea what I want to do to you?” he said against her neck.

Mutely, she shook her head. Her heavy breathing teased his ears.

He tugged just enough to arch her neck, bending it to elongate the beautiful creamy flesh. He ran his tongue across her thumping pulse as his fangs extended, pulsating like his cock, urging him to bite down.

He ran his fangs across her trembling throat, grazing the surface. “I want to penetrate you. I want to fill every part of you.” She made a soft mewling noise that fed the beast inside him. “I want your neck, in your body, in your mouth, everywhere. You’ll give it to me, won’t you, Felicity?”

She trembled, her hands shaking against his jacket.

He grazed her again with his fangs as his other hand slipped down over the soft material of her clingy dress to cup her backside. They both groaned. He palmed her, learning and loving the feel of her plump flesh. It had just enough give, more than enough give actually, to drive a man wild with ideas. Ideas such as spanking her rounded flesh and watching the little waves spread across one cheek to the other, or of nibbling the flesh before sinking his fangs inside a trembling globe.

He’d always enjoyed a nice handful in the backside but now he fucking loved it.

His tongue snaked along the shell of her ear. “You’ll give yourself to me, won’t you?” he said, demand lacing his words.

Her hips pumped subtly against him, searching for something he was more than ready to give her.

“So eager, sweets,” he said kissing his way down the other side of her neck. He loved the way she trembled beneath him. It made him feel powerful like he could knock down a sixty-story building with the flick of his pinky. Fuck he felt alive!

“Dom.” Her voice was a ragged whisper laced with need. A need he more than understood. His name on her lips broke something inside him. It broke something he hadn’t known he’d been holding back—his control.

With a throaty grunt he snapped her head back by her hair, found her eyes with his, and then crushed their mouths together. She responded first, arms sweeping up around his neck to pull him even closer, crushing her soft breasts against him. Then her tongue thrust into his mouth licking at him with sensual strokes.

He went wild.

Using his hand on her backside, he cupped her then pulled her up against his erection, rocking her. She made another soft sound, one so fucking hot he wanted to remember it forever, then she started grinding herself against his cock. She aligned the parts just right so she could grind herself up his length and bump against the head of him. Perfect.

He wanted to tear his head away, bury his fangs in her throat, and sink his cock into her wet folds but he didn’t want to end the kiss. The taste of her flooded his tongue. He’d never tasted anything so good. She tasted like sweet passion and gentle woman.

He knew then he’d do anything for her. He’d kill and fight. He’d lay down his life for her. He’d take his people to war for her.

Anything for her.

Because for the first time in his life he felt something for another person that was so alive and real inside him that he knew he’d never find this again. This wild passion, this need to know her, to have her was a new, foreign experience he wanted to savor. Even as they strained against each other, ragged breaths mingling, hands clenching, he knew this singular feeling would never come again. She was meant to be his.

Nothing else could explain the nearly uncontrollable craving roaring in his head that screamed at him to fuck her right here, to plant his seed in her. He wanted that. He wanted a child with her, no, several children with her. He didn’t know why, but with her tongue softly snaking across his he didn’t question it.

Then kissing her wasn’t enough.

He needed to feel bare skin, to feel her warm flesh thriving against his palms. Deftly, he slipped his hand under her dress and cupped bare, glorious flesh in his palm. The tips of his fingers felt the scratchy material of lace resting between her cheeks. A damn thong. He groaned like a dying man. She was surely trying to kill him.

She broke away, her glazed eyes staring at him with hunger. Her eyes were low-lidded, expression soft but needy. Her lips were wet and swollen. The tips of her little white fangs peeked out from beneath her top lip and his cock leaked at the sight.

She was so damned beautiful. He’d never seen anything lovelier. Little white fangs. Such a young vampire, couldn’t control her response with how aroused she was. As her lips parted to accommodate her panting breaths, he couldn’t keep from tugging her hair to study those beautiful sharp points.

“I want your bite,” he growled.

She blinked slowly with surprise, and then her eyelids lowered again into a smoky expression. Her eyes dropped to his neck and her pink tongue darted out to lick her lips.

“Yes,” she said, her voice nothing more than a breath.

His sac pulled up firm and tight. He might not make it through her bite but hell if he wouldn’t try. “Do it,” he said.

A different kind of hunger flashed in her eyes, beautifully mixing with the sensual haze. She nodded again and he guided her to his neck by her hair.