I’m already onto him.
And it would take more than a few shots of swill and a glass of decent whiskey to do me under.
All it does is loosen me up.
He frowns, pouring me another, then another. Soon, the entire bottle is gone. Finally, he turns, heading toward a group of others that just arrived.
“Bring him another bottle,” he says to the butler with an easy wave as he leaves.
I settle onto the edge of a barstool near a table filled with fancy appetizers, letting my gaze linger on my human’s tiny gold bikini, at the curve of her breasts barely concealed by the thin fabric.
Maybe the alcohol is having an effect after all, because my self-restraint is slowly starting to evaporate.
How long has it been since I’ve been with a woman?
No.
No, I shouldn’t be having these thoughts.
I’m still trying not to look, but I can’t help it.
I want her.
I want her more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my damn life.
“Are you okay?” She asks, moving closer, so close I can smell the deeply intoxicating scent of her blood, of her skin, of her body and curves and everything beneath that tiny bikini.
I want to pull the strings and push her back against that glass wall and take her right here.
To claim her right here, in front of everyone.
That’s what I want.
“You look a little pale,” she says, but it’s hard to hear her voice over the blood rushing in her veins.
Hunger surges through me as the fantasies churn through my mind all over again. I want her.
Body, blood, and soul.
No, wait. What the hell am I thinking?
She’s just a human. A magical human, but still a weak little mortal.
It’s just the magic tying us together. It’s making me feel things I don’t.
It’s a trick.
I should be making her figure out how to set me free, but instead here I am fantasizing about keeping her forever.
What the hell is wrong with me?
Maybe I’m going soft.
Ha.
Definitely not in that way, though.
Not while she’s wearingthat.
