“Well?”He stared at her from across the room, his handwrapped in a death grip around the bottle, his gaze holding the same smolderingintensity she’d seen in his father’s eyes in the portrait downstairs.
God, what was it going to be like to have all that intensityfocused on her?Touching her?Inside her?All he had to do was look at her andshe shivered with violent tingles.
The cold air in this drafty castle just got warmer.“Okay,but don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
“You didn’t.”
“Didn’t what?”
“Warn me.”
She huffed.“When I said not to say I didn’t warn you...Iwas warning you.”
His lazy, lopsided smile made her groan.He was teasing her.She loved these glimpses, brief as they were, into his off-duty personality.He’d been on the go since they’d met, in a constant state of motion, anddespite the shitty circumstances, it was nice to see him relax a little.
Of course, that could have something to do with theninety-proof bottle of attitude adjuster in his hand.
She eyed her own glass of liquid bravery, but really, shedidn’t need it.Even if her succubus genes weren’t already going to work,preparing her body with a hot rush of desire, she’d want Hawkyn.
And she’d want to help him.
As he gulped down another swig of vodka, she set her glasson the little end table and turned to him.
“Here’s anotherwarning.”She pulled her shirt up over her head.“Some scenes may be toointense for young viewers.”
She tossed the shirt onto the mattress and reached around tounhook herbra.
“What are you doing?”he croaked, the vodka bottle frozen afew inches from his mouth.
“Sex.That’s the fast method.”She dropped the bra on themattress and flushed at the way he stared at her exposed breasts.“You game?”
For a long, tortured moment, he said nothing.Oh, God, whatif he refused her?How embarrassing.She’d made a huge mistake, and she lookedlike a desperate fool.Choking on humiliation, she lifted her hands to coverherself, but he shook his head.
“Don’t.”His voice was a low growl, sultry and dark, soresonant it hit her between her legs.“You’re beautiful.”
“Does this mean—”
He was on her before she could finish.His lips came down onhers and his body pressed her into the cold stonewalland both his hands gripped her shoulders so firmly she figured she’d havebruises later.
Awesome.
ChapterSixteen
Hawkyn was going to do this.He was going to fuckingdo this.Sex with his first female in centuries.He was going to break all thedamned Memitim rules, and he was going to do it well.
And he was going to do it with the amazing female standingin front of him.A female who had every right to hate him for his role inprotecting the violent murderer who was hunting her.Hell, he was starting tohate himself.
Her hands gripped his waist, and the self-loathing drainedaway, replaced by a searing need he hadn’t felt in a long time.No, he’d neverfelt this, the driving desire to be with someone not as a temporary escape, butas an all-in experience.What happened between them might not be the first stepto forever, but as a Memitim, he couldn’t have that with anyone but anotherangel anyway.
The sudden idea that he would mate with an angel one dayjolted him.He’d assumed he’d pass all his Memitim tests, do his job on Earthadmirably, and join the Council before settling down with a female.But asAurora’s lips nibbled his jaw and her hands caressed the sensitive skin on hisback where his wings had once been, all he could think about was being withher.
He didn’t even care if she could ease his pain.It didn’tmatter.He’d spent his entire Memitim life taking care of others, others whodidn’t deserve it.Every scumbag he guarded ate a bit of his soul, and it washigh time he did something life-affirming for himself.
See, this was the kind of thing he’d change if he made itonto the Memitim Council.
Except that he knew damned well that wasn’t going to happenanymore, and the feeling of loss in the space where his wings should be madethat achingly clear.
“No,” he gasped, breaking away from her.
