A peace came over me, and I wondered if my wolves were aware of my feelings. Why weren’t they afraid of a Vampire? Why were they silent?
Atticus stroked my back as he kissed me, and when the kiss deepened, so did my desire.
Walk me to the bed, I thought, wishing he could read my mind.Take off my panties. Lift my gown. Make me feel things I’ve never felt before.
When his kiss tapered to a simmering touch of the lips, he loosened his hold. “You need rest. Is there anything you desire?”
Was he really going to leave me in this tortured state? The disappointment must have been splashed all over my face. “I suppose there’s one thing I need.”
“Anything,” he whispered in my ear. “Command me to do your bidding.”
“Are you certain about that?”
He caressed my cheek with the back of his fingers. “Name it, and it’s yours. The moon. The stars. Your sworn enemies. Diamonds.”
“I’d settle for a vibrator.”
Chapter 17
Atticus kept his shutters on a timer. Before dawn, they slowly opened in my bedroom, rousing me out of my sleep. I lay there for a while, watching the sky lighten and the stars disappear while remembering our kiss. I thought about it for longer than I would have cared to admit.
After washing up and fixing my hair, I got dressed and realized I was no longer anxious. The Vampires weren’t a threat anymore, and my pack was safe.
When I opened my bathroom door, I was bathed in a blanket of sunshine. Tempted by the view, I rounded the bed when fresh roses on the table caught my eye. Not only was the table set, but there were dome-covered platters with beautiful etchings in the silver.
“What in the world?”
Atticus must have sneaked in while I was getting ready. I removed the lids and licked my lips at the sight of cantaloupe, sausages, eggs, berries, and sliced avocado. He’d also left me croissants, orange juice, and a bottle of pills. On top of all that was a mountain of buttermilk biscuits—more than enough to feed an army.
When I rattled the bottle of pills, a knock sounded at the door.
“Come in.”
Atticus opened the door but didn’t enter. “Milly suggested you take three pills a day—one with each meal. They’re supposed to quell the indigestion.”
“Why are they sohuge?”
He chuckled softly. “They also contain a few vitamins.”
“Did she stuff a whole carrot in here? Gracious. I’m going to choke on these.” I popped one of the large pills and chased it with orange juice. Then I lifted a croissant. “Did you make these yourself?”
He bit back a smile. “Guilty.” Atticus always dressed handsomely without overdressing for an occasion. Today he had on dark canvas pants and a white V-neck. The clothes were nice yet casual.
I tasted the soft, flaky pastry. “Mmm. This is delicious.”
“I drizzled honey on top.”
“You spoil me.” When I reached for a chair, he rushed over to seat me.
“May I join you?” Atticus touched the chair opposite me, and I gestured for him to sit.
I appreciated his attentiveness. Atticus single-handedly defied every prejudice I’d held against Vampires.
Not to mention he was aphenomenalkisser. I felt a blush rising to my cheeks when my gaze lingered on his lips for too long.
His eyes twinkled as I hungrily cleaned my plate. “Would you like a buttermilk biscuit?”
I stared at the mountain to my left. “But you made croissants. Why the biscuits?”
