“I find it disturbing that hunters arrived on the same day as Dominick,” Liam said.
It was hard to keep with the flow of conversation, distracted as I was.
That’s why it took me a moment to respond.
“You think the two are connected?” I asked, the topic putting a damper on some of my passion.
Liam shook his head. “I wouldn’t go that far yet, but it is a concern.”
Before I could do more than frown, Liam leaned forward to drop a light kiss on my lips. Only he didn’t draw back once he’d finished. He lingered, his breath mingling with mine as a dark light entered his gaze.
I knew that look. He wanted me the same way I wanted him.
His lips touched mine, gentle at first but that quickly changed. The kiss deepened into something else. I clung to him, one leg slipping up his.
The action snapped his control. His arms clenched around me as he ground his hips into my center.
The pressure sent sparks shooting through me.
I needed him inside me. Now.
The kiss turned rough, someone’s fangs nicking the other’s tongue.
A snarl left me as his head lifted from mine, his eyes wild.
I yanked him back down to me, burying my teeth in his neck. I was far past being gentle as the taste of pure sin slid down my throat.
I’d only swallowed a few mouthfuls before Liam squeezed either side of my jaw. I unlatched with a whimper that changed to another moan as he ripped my oversized sleep shirt off my body.
He left a trail of kisses down my neck and collarbone. Over the swell of my breasts before he paused to latch onto one of my nipples. A pinprick of pain pierced the sensitive nub, sending fire shooting through my nerve endings.
I dug my fingers into the back of his neck as he moved to the other nipple, doing the same thing there.
I twisted in his arms, wanting more. Needing it like I needed my next breath.
So close.
Liam didn’t let me move as his mouth left my breast to trail a line of kisses down my naval toward the sleep shorts I wore.
His fangs scraped against my skin, leaving a reminder of the pleasure/pain of his bite.
I shivered. As intense as my earlier climax had been, it was nothing compared to the level of suspense that left me hovering on the precipice.
His chuckle sent puffs of air over my skin in a sensual caress.
One finger slid into the leg of my shorts, playing with the skin there before dipping to the place where I most wanted him. His touch was whisper soft before he withdrew.
I snarled.
If he didn’t quit playing around, I wouldn’t be responsible for my actions.
His answering snarl made me jolt. He was up and over my body in the next second, his movements a blur.
He flashed his fangs at me in an aggressive display that should have frightened me. Instead, I thrilled to the challenge as I lifted my lips to show mine.
He yanked my shorts down, nearly ripping them off my body in the same way he had my shirt.
The faint tearing sound from his rough handling told me he would owe me another set tomorrow.
