I stop moving but the arousal in his tone makes my core clench in response and I feel my face flush.
“This is all so wrong.” I say in a low tone though even as I say it my body doesn't share the sentiment. My arms stop straining against him and instead I relax into him.
He leans forward and his nose brushes through my hair above my ear. I feel his breath softly against my skin and I shiver.
“That’s what makes this so right.” He purrs.
He kisses the sensitive spot below my ear and heat pools between my legs. My breathing is deep as I tilt my head giving him better access. His lips trail down my jaw to my throat. His groan of enjoyment makes me bite my lip in anticipation. He sucks and nibbles against my hypersensitive skin. I run my fingertips through his hair and push myself against him. His hands move around to my ass and squeeze.
He sucks in a breath and lifts his head to look at me. His eyes are jet black and smouldering with desire.
“Never has anyone been able to restrain me before…” He whispers. “Does it turn you on having me completely under your control?”
“Yes.” I purr.
I close the small distance between our faces and kiss him fiercely. He matches my enthusiasm with fervour. Our lips and tongues entwine with desperate passion. Only with him have I felt an attraction this deep. This all-consuming and dangerous.His taste is exquisite as his tongue moves in perfect rhythm with mine. It's carnal and desperate and oh so good. He moans into my mouth as he pulls me against him.
In a moment of reckless impulse, I use the branches to pull his arms back behind him quick and suddenly.
He gasps in surprise and I bite my lip playfully. His eyes darken further. I kiss him again as I run my hands through his midnight black hair. I press myself again him and feel him hard as stone. His trousers are tight from the strain. The thrill that sends through me is intoxicating. I bite his bottom lip and he smiles showing his fangs. They’re needle sharp and deadly white. I reach one hand up and touch one with the tip of my finger. He captures it in his mouth and sucks it as I pull it away.
“You’re driving me crazy.” He moans.
He’s totally restrained. Unable to move and completely at my mercy. I love the power it gives me. I slide my hand down his chest to his trousers and cup him in my hand. He feels huge and I feel heat pool between my legs. I tighten my hand around him as we kiss hungrily. He groans again as his head tilts back against the tree.
“As much as I want you to continue.” He takes a deep breath. “Gwen is starting to wake and I doubt this is a position you’d like her to see you in.”
Heat rushes to my face and I try to collect myself as I force the thrumming arousal in me to lessen. I take a few steps back and look over to where my mum is. She’s still in the car fidgeting in her sleep as she starts to stir awake. I look back to Alistair who has his eyes shut and is breathing deeply. His erection still blatantly evident. I feel a hot flush rise up inside me and my core tightens as I think about just now.
He opens his eyes.
“I can smell how turned on you are and it’s not helping me get control of myself.”
“I assumed after living so many years youwouldhave better control of yourself.” I challenge as I fold my arms across my chest.
“Oh I do… just not with you. Your body sings to me like water across an arid desert. You’re lucky you have me restrained otherwise I would have devoured you already.” He warns.
My hand instinctively goes to my neck and I remember his deadly fangs that have now shrunk from view. I shake it off and turn away.
Once again, I start warring with myself. The internal struggle of right and wrong. I shouldn’t want him, but I do. Despite us being fated to be together I can’t forget or forgive what he’s done. How can I be meant to love someone I hate? Do I hate him? I want to after what he’s done but I’m so drawn to him. Like a moth to a flame. It doesn’t make sense.
Alistair seems to sense my change of mood, “What are you thinking about?”
“The insanity of it all. How can we be Moira? After everything you’ve done...” My voice breaks. Damn I can’t cry again!
“I’m not as bad as you think.” He sighs.
“My dad is your prisoner. I just witnessed you tormenting him. You murdered the werewolves in the highlands and probably drained the Nymphs that were there. Not to mention the suffering you have undoubtedly caused to so many other people. Do I need to go on?!” I all but scream. “But Gaia deems you fit to be my soul mate and I’m supposed to be OK with that? I can’t trust myself around you!”
As I speak his face darkens. The aura around him flourishes on it. “You want me to be a monster, don’t you? Will that make all this easier for you?” His normally sultry voice is quiet and menacing.
“You are a monster Alistair! You’ve been toying with me from the start.” I accuse.
“And you’re not toying with me in return? Just a moment ago you were all over me. Now I suddenly repulse you. Your mood swings are giving me fucking whiplash!” He shouts. “Does it not occur to you that this is just as fucking confusing for me as it is for you?”
Honestly it didn’t. He’s been so cocky and nonchalant this whole time.
“How can it be. You’re a god of death, aren’t you? Can you even feel emotion?” I narrow my eyes at him.
