“If I had known you were hungry, I would have taken you to eat something,” Alek said.
She watched Alek lift her hand to his lips abducting the last bite of her sandwich. “Why would you want to do that? It’s not like you would get to enjoy it,” she asked, as she snatched her hand from his and grabbed up a chip and popped it in her mouth.
He laughed. “The point, you brat of a Witch; is that I would get to enjoy watching you eat.”
“Interesting, so you’re a voyeur with Gary Oldman Dracula tendencies. How nice.” She mumbled combined with taking another chip taunting to faced him. She slowly chewed, giving a slight moan, before offering him a teasing look. “Mm, does that do it for you?”
He moved closer leaning on the counter. “Depends, next time when you moan,” he said as he reached out and pressed a pointer finger against where a vein throbbed. “Do it deeper, and longer.” He followed his finger with his eyes as he drew it down. “I want you to sound as if it’s giving you the utmost, deepest, pleasure.” He stopped just above her heart, his lashes lifting so his eyes met hers. They were hot and held a greedy demand, which made her swallow. “A pleasure that makes others almost envious, because they know only you can get a taste of it,” he whispered.
Her cheeks felt hot, and her blood thickened in her veins as she felt her desire hit fever pitch. With that came a frightening need to do violence. He’d said he wouldn’t do anything until she told him everything, and yet here he was stirring the pot.
She held back her anger and instead lowered her sandwich to the plate no longer hungry. “Pleasure? People always assume that the things they can’t have are better than the things they already own. And some people believe things should be theirs when they were never meant to have them. Do you know what we call that?”
She leaned into his pointer finger, ignoring the way his long nail pierced her skin.
“Greed.” With that, she pulled away. “I don’t think I’m hungry anymore.”
He held her arm and pulled her back ignoring her angry struggles. “You shouldn’t reveal your feelings so easily, Madame.”
Lanias lifted her chin. “I just find it funny, that the very man who said he would wait, keeps teasing at something more.”
“I can’t help it; you always make me act out.” He bit his bottom lip, forcing her to notice it. He drew her closer. “I have a plan but when I see you it gets derailed so easily.”
“Then stop trying to plan, especially with me in the picture.”
He released her arm, placing his hands on her hips. “If I don’t plan then I might do something I regret.”
“Regrets are for cowards.” Lanias boldly declared.
He lifted her with no effort, placing her on the counter. Leaning in he pressed his lips right below her right ear, “Don’t complain later.”
He pulled back, only far enough to turn his attention to her lips. He took her lips gently, as if he was afraid of kissing her. His shy kisses peppered her lips before he grew rougher licking the seam of them demanding entry. Lanias opened her mouth sucking in a quick breath.
Alek never once closed his eyes.
His hands drew along her arm to the small puff sleeves of her crop top, gripping them he slid them down. His mouth moving in an intricated pattern of seduction against hers. She widened her legs, inviting him closer. The need for another person’s touch drove her to ignore the warning bells going off in her head.
He moved from kissing her lips to the side of her mouth, to her neck. Trailing the kisses down as if he was worshiping her chest. She looked down from beneath her lashes at his head covered with silver locks, the strands looked like strings of moonlight. Something pricked her left breast; then she gasped his name.
“Alek.”
He ignored her cupping it in his large hand, licking at the cut like a kitten. Before he clamped his mouth on her skin and sucked. He was going to leave a mark, as indicated by the wicked look he’d just sent her. That was his attention.
He moved back, looking her over as if observing a work of art. He tilted his head drawing those mysterious eyes from his mark to her face. She faced him fearlessly.
“I want to taste you, would you allow it?” He asked while placing a hand on her knee. She could feel the prick of his nails and realized just how on edge he was. His fangs slipped out; those god-like features were strained.
She’d caused this, she’d made the most ruthless of all, Alek Delgado this needy. “Yes.”
Lanias was so lost in thought she was surprised when her shirt and pants slipped from her body, instinctively causing her to attempt covering her chest from complete nudity.
“Why are you covering yourself?”
While his question was innocently asked, Lanias could hear the dare there. This is what she hated about him. He always looked at her like he expected something more, pushing her to forget the human side of herself.
She knew what he wanted, so she dropped her arms. Displaying her chest to him boldly.
Alek looked over Lanias’ delicious body, the way she’d been created he knew that the gods had blessed him. Her thin waist flared at the hips. Hips perfect for cradling him. She could bear his young. He’d once seen in his travels, women who wore beads around their waist. Alek would buy Lanias a set. They would highlight her body perfectly; he’d make them red for the blood tie they shared.
