Our eyes glance upwards at the same time, both sensing the females at the top of the stairs. My eyes graze down the length of Embry’s tight black sweater, her short little black skirt, dark tights and shorty boots to match. If she’s planning to blend into the night, she’ll do just fine although in that little outfit I’d much rather her spend the night riding on the end of my dick.
Her eyes redden around the periphery. Embry is always ready, neither of us able to deny the magnetic attraction that has fueled our desire for each other since the very time we met. My eyes track that sensitive little pulse on the side of her neck. It’simpossible not to imaging us fucking when I want her so bad I can smell her arousal from here.
She strokes a finger against that beating pulse, the sensitive little spot I like to tease as she pushes back to accept me deeper and deeper inside while I fuck her, and my lips mark the side of her throat, right before my fangs pierce her delicate skin and I thrust the length of my cock into her deep and rough, hitting that special little button time and time again as she screams my name and our desires explode.
Her eyes narrow as she reads my thoughts. Not fair, vampire.
I kiss the top of her head as she reaches me, stroke a finger down her arm, and whisper in her ear so no one else can hear. “First we go play with the witches, and then I’m going to devour you in the dirtiest of ways.”
Her eyes glow red, and her scent permeates the air. I hand her a glass of Descallia Red and she takes a sip while I watch as she gets her breathing under control, trying to curb her insatiable sexual appetite until we are alone later on tonight.
Because first we need to figure this out, her heritage, why she was drawn to the Mystic Forest, back to Romano’s territory and to the witch’s haven of all places, because until we do, she will never be accepted back into the vampire fold when we return home.
The vampire masters have come a long way in accepting witches as mates for the purebloods, but with strict conditions and proven allegiance to our cause. And if she ever wants to be accepted again, her loyalty will need to be proven and with her desire to find out more about her gramma, dig into the shadow books of the witches, and inability to talk it out with her friends, it’s getting harder to see that happening each and every day.
4
EMBRY
The way Corvinus looks at me makes everything south clench with the anticipation of what the dark-eyed devil has planned for me tonight. Undeniably good sex, that I can deal with.
Giving my heart away…
The thought of belonging to someone again, to even trying to commit sends my heart racing like a runaway train. Even though I told him I can’t commit, that it’s far too soon, we both know it’s not ours to decide. Destiny has placed us together for a reason and his soul is connected to mine in a way that I’ve never imagined before.
And the sex … destiny got it fucking right this time!
His dark black eyes sear me with their heat. Ready for a relationship with the dark vampire lord or not our deal hangs like an unspoken promise between us as I recall his words not so many nights ago. “I’m not letting you go. That’s not our destiny. If you can’t commit to being mine for an eternity, you’ll do it for a year. A year of belonging to me, spending most of our time in Chicago at my estate, taking you to clubs, allowing you to experience things you’ve never been able to feel before.”
I’d rather have met anyone in the world besides Overmaster Descallia’s new right-hand man to make me feel alive, but somehow it still feels so right to my heart. But maybe it’s too soon, a man too close to the issues that I ran to get away from, same position as my ex, but yet his persistence in the chance and our undeniable attraction sears me into place as his eyes heat my skin as though he were burning me alive.
Raven warned me about the dark-souled lord and his proclivities. The billionaire used to getting exactly what he wants when he wants, letting me know that she’d steer clear of the dark vampire lord altogether, but we all know that Raven isn’t me. I am drawn to his proclivities.
Where she might run away, his darkness and the unknown sexual preferences just draw me right the fuck in. I want him to teach me everything he knows. And the fact that it’s taboo in the underworld for the vampire lord to engage with a warrior, even a disgraced one that currently doesn’t have a place, it makes it so much worse. At least for him. For me, it just makes me want him more.
His eyes sear my skin, and a shiver of anticipation runs down the length of my spine.We have work to do first, vampire.
Raven may have told us she’ll help find out why Gramma led me here, but Master Romano now has her in the corner, talking to her, no doubt filling her mind with one caution after another that will surely spoil my plan to sneak into the lower level of the witch academy tonight.
Corvinus places a finger under my chin to face him. His dark eyes, still lightly red rimmed, meet mine with concern.I don’t like it. Something doesn’t feel right, Embry.
I stroke his arm, turning away from the direction of Romano and Raven while lowering my voice. “It’s going to be okay. If Raven goes with us, it won’t take long to get in and out of the witches’ academy. She knows exactly where the shadow booksare kept.” I snap my fingers. “We’ll be in and out of there lickety-split.”
His low growl tells me he’s not convinced but Corvinus agreed to help or at least protect me while I search for information about my gramma and the witches, and these books could be the key. I’m not letting the hot-blooded vampire go back on his word about this or his bed.
My heart beats faster. He could just say no and where would that leave me. I’m not going back to Chicago with him until I learn at least some of what I want to know. The fact that whatever we learn should serve useful for him and the other vampires, something concrete he can take back to Overlord Descallia has to at least account for something in my favor.
The simple fact that the witches did not mind me being on the sacred land in the Mystic Forest, but had a total meltdown conniption when they learned Corvinus was here, tells me that they’re trying to keep something from the vampires. I hope we learn what it is in addition to information about my gramma.
Corvinus still doesn’t look like he thinks this is a good idea. He didn’t get to where he is today by not being able to deduce two and two. Hopefully I can appeal to his logical side, the one that wants to make sure that the witches are brewing something up that would hurt the vampire community. It’s not like it would be the first time. I give him a sassy wink.A deal is a deal, Vampire. Besides we may find something useful to the vampires and Descallia.
His eyes flash and he growls his frustration. “It goes against my better judgement. I’m coming with you and not letting you out of my sight.” He hands me a sword. My jewel-tipped sword. “In case things go wrong.”
My chest tightens with the thought of how many times I’ve used this thing, how many times the weapon Gramma gave me so many years ago has protected not only me but the entirevampire community. The lump in my throat is hard to get past. “Thank you for bringing it to me.”
“You’re welcome. Now try to stay out of trouble tonight, love.”
I shrug, giving him a grin. “Maybe, vampire,” I tell him, tucking the sheaved sword into the back of my skirt, while looking up at him sweetly while lowering my voice so Raven and Master Romano can’t hear us. “In and out, then we can play?”
