He smiled, his eyes molten with desire. “And you shall, but not tonight.”
“What? You can’t start this then stop, that’s torture.” There was a whine in my voice. A begging. I tried not to think how pathetically desperate I sounded.
His thumb circled the wetness around my clit slowly. Not quite touching it, driving my body insane for more. “If this is torture, then torture is my new favorite game.”
“It’s mine too.” An insatiable urge consumed me to be touched all over, to be filled with his cock. I sat up and reached for his arms, trying to urge him higher, but he placed a palm on my shoulder and pushed me back down.
“Patience.” His mouth moved between my legs, and the protest on my lips became a whimper.
He sucked, licked and teased my clit as his tongue sank inside me. The sparks became fire as an orgasm hovered on the fringes. He slowed his pace as if he sensed I was about to come undone. His mouth left my pussy and kissed my thigh, the rough edge of his stubble teasing my entrance. He slid a finger inside me and pressed it upwards. His other hand slipped up my shirt, his thumb teasing my nipple. I arched up under his touch and tried to drag him to me.
“More,” I moaned.
“Not yet,” he murmured, spreading my legs wider. “I want to watch you come.”
I could feel the heat building in my body like an incoming wave. Two fingers went in, his thumb circling my clit. I fought to hold off the orgasm—we’d barely started. But he sank his fingers into me abruptly and I came undone. He studied my face, his eyes dark and stormy as I cried out his name and mybody rocked with spasms. His mouth moved back to sucking and licking at my pussy until my body stopped twitching.
We were both panting as he rose, lifting me to my feet by my waist.
My fingers tugged at his shirt, pulling it from his trousers. They trailed up his hard chest, his nipples hardening under my touch. “I want to fuck you,” I breathed.
“I know.” He buried his face into my hair and murmured, “And I want you, gods I want you so bad I ache. But not tonight.” He captured my hands and pulled them away, holding them like a barrier between us. “I need to feed and sleep because the way I’m feeling right now …” He swallowed hard. “I might not be able to control myself and I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t,” I said.
“I might, and it’s not a chance I will take.”
He let go of my hands and cradled my face, sweeping his fingers through my hair softly, before he leaned down and kissed my forehead. “Sleep well.”
Then he was gone. And like some mocking twist from a higher being, the song “Wicked Game” joined the empty pulse of my groin.
Chapter 15
The Library
Iwas restless, my groin throbbing, aching for more, as I paced the bottom floor of the house like a ghost. If ghosts got horny? I guess being a ghost would make fingering yourself tricky. I chuckled out loud at that thought. With no one else to share it with, it was lucky I found myself funny.
Karson didn’t retire to our room. I wasn’t sure where in the huge expanse of the house he went to feed. Mary had left, everyone had retired, and I should be in bed, but I was too sexually wound up to sleep.
I slumped on the couch and picked up a book. I read the page and had no clue what I’d just read. I gave up after a second attempt. I stood up and started pacing again. Something white fluttered out in front of me, dropping to the floor. I leaned over and picked it up. It was the card Dahlia gave me. Maybe it had been dislodged when Karson removed my jeans? I slipped it back in my pocket, took two steps, and it fluttered out again.
I sighed as I picked it up. A magic fucking card. A magic library card, to be precise. She could have left a magic dildo—that I could use right now. The library was open twenty-four hours, according to the card. On the back, she had scrawled:Ask for the sixth quarter.I loved libraries. I loved books. I wantedto know more about vampires, witches, and Church Heights. And Sarah wasn’t in Portland. It was pouring outside, so the vampires wouldn’t smell me as I left. No one would even notice me gone.
But if I snuck out, Karson would be angry—furious.Don’t be absurd, Amelia, you are not going anywhere. If you leave, you could be killed, I imagined his voice in my head.
Another voice replaced his,Train, Amy, learn or you will die.
Turned out, death could be quite the motivator.
I grabbed Monique’s jacket off the hook and slipped it on. Her scent was sweet, with tinges of candy floss and meadow flowers. I located Karson’s car keys in the hall side table where he kept a spare set. My car was still in Church Heights, and he wouldn’t need his tonight. I paused before I opened the front door. This was probably a very bad idea, but only if I got caught.
I looked around, making sure the coast was clear. Feeling a little like a naughty schoolgirl about to climb out of the bedroom window, I pulled the hood over my head and stepped out into the pouring rain.
The library was fucking amazing.I had never seen anything so beautiful in my life. The building inside was a mixture of dark timber and large stone walls. Books lined ten-foot-high walls to over the halfway point. A wooden staircase swept up the middle, opening like a giant yawn onto another floor filled with more books. The ceiling was decorated in scrolled edges and painted details in deep blues and dark golds. I took in a deep breath, inhaling the scent of books, with soft hints of spices, into my lungs. I felt my whole body loosen.
Giant patterned rugs softened wooden floors. A gray-haired woman standing behind a counter on the right peered at me over the rim of her silver spectacles as I walked past a few tables with new books on them that were for sale. This must be the retail section down here. A few people wandered slowly past the shelves or were seated on plush leather couches reading, a hot cup of coffee or tea on the side tables beside them.
I walked up the staircase. The moment I arrived at the top, I could feel it. A vibration against my skin, witches, and something thicker pressing against my body like a vibrator without the pleasure—vampires. God, I must be horny to liken the feeling to a vibrator. Karson better finish what he’d started before I was forced to take matters into my own hands.
