Kissing her now, felt like breathing. Her warmth in his hands felt like paradise, and with him high off a fresh slaughter. He wanted to bare her body and fuck her until neither one of them could move. Seeing as he was a Vampire, he calculated that it could be for two years and that was without a break.
He loved the way she so comfortably trusted him to lead and guide them to the height of wonder. Lanias was cunning, stubborn and cool headed. Her pride was the crowning jewel in a priceless crown that he had every intention of purchasing for her as soon as he claimed her as his Queen.
Lania pressed her hands against his shoulders encouraging a bit of air between them.
Reluctantly, he pulled back just enough so that he could watch her lick her lips, as her eyes opened revealing her dazed gaze. Her eyelashes fluttered as she released a heavy sigh. “Are we good now?”
“No, I won’t be good until you’re naked underneath me crying out my name,” he gruffly said before turning his attention to the man that stood behind her. Casually looking over the drinks that remained on the back shelf. Many of them had been smashed when he’d tossed a Lykan into it.
“Who’s your friend?”
LANIAS
Lanias had been distracted with visualizing Alek without clothing, buried inside of her, pounding her into a bed that from her assumption had been created with Alek in mind. She couldn’t answer him right away. She needed a moment.
“Lanias?”
She took a step back, turning around so that her back was to Alek. Who immediately ruined it by closing that space and pressing his front to her back. Doing her best to pretend that he wasn’t there. She cleared her throat and spoke. “This is Roni, he’s the man that Stanthos used to meet.” She decided to leave out him knowing her father. Seeing as she was still hiding the fact Eris was her father from Alek.
Lanias told herself it wouldn’t be to her advantage telling him, as she wasn’t sure what his reaction would be. But she knew deep down that she feared him turning his back on her and not wanting to keep their arrangement upon realizing Eris was her father.
It was almost unfair that a nonexistent relationship could jeopardize whatever this was she had with Alek. Tired of thinking, she placed a hand against her forehead. “Roni, is it possible we can return to your restaurant? This place is giving me a headache.”
“No problem,” Roni said, his arms full of dusty bottles. He didn’t seem fazed in the least by the destruction Alek had caused. And it turned out to be really no problem as they immediately returned.
Lanias took a seat, she felt as if she’d just run a marathon.
Unfortunately, or fortunately there wasn’t any prize at the end of it. Alek took the seat next to her. She allowed him to wrap an arm around her waist and rest his chin on her shoulder.
She was surprised at how much he seemed to want to touch and cuddle. From her own observation of the man, he was self-sufficient. He did not seem the type to attach to a woman in this way. This led her to wonder what made her different to him. When she really thought about it, she’d always known he was interested but she’d always taken his interest with a grain of salt.
Vampires were like cats, when something outside of their understanding came into view they chased after it. Her experience had always been singularly unexciting with them. The Slavic’s had enjoyed pain, terror and just general chaos. During their rule of the red streets, she’d been more focused on keeping her Witches far, far away from them.
Male vampires enjoyed nothing more than drinking blood of magical Beings. She’d had to save a Witch on more than one occasion who was about to become a fresh bowl of blood.
When Alek had so obviously been out to seduce her the night her sister had returned with the secret keeper, she’d treated him as she treated all men. Like a pest. She’d swatted him away, only to find that he expressed zero intention of leaving her alone.
Seeing that her food was still hot, she felt her stomach growl. “I’ve never been happier for food, as I am right now.”
Holding up the fork, she quickly twirled it in the pasta, acquiring a healthy amount upon it, taking a bite she immediately released a moan. The flavor exploded in her mouth, “Mm, that’s good.” Going in for another bite, she paused when she noticed another fork headed for her plate.
“I’m sorry,” she said, letting a thin wall of black magic block Alek’s fork. “But does this look like a bowl of blood to you.”
“I want a taste.” Giving her a sad look he pouted
“Why?” she asked, staring at him like he was crazy. “You’re a Vampire.”
“My tongue didn’t die,” he said, easily breaking through her shield. He eagerly stole a few noodles and took a bite. “You’re right, it is good.”’
She glared at him. “I thought the only sustenance you needed was me.”
He choked
“You deserved that,” she teased.
The Garden
ALEK
