Wow. That was…Wow.
“Do you know any vampires?”
“Quite a few, actually.” His eyes slid to hers briefly. “My closest friend is a vampire. His name’s Kaj. Good male. You’ll like him.”
She was sure she would. What human wouldn’t want to be friends with a vampire? No risk there, right?
“And these Fae?” Penelope studied her hands for a moment. “Are they female?”
“Male and female.”
“Do you feed from the males?”
“I have, sure. Just not recently.”
For some reason, that bothered her. She did not like the idea of Obsidian feeding from a woman. Fairy or not. The thought of his mouth on…
She shook off the thought.
“The only human I can feed from is you, Penelope,” Obsidian said. “Because you’re myamsouelot, your blood will sustain me and allow me to be tracked.”
It took a moment for her heart to resume its beat. When it did, she glanced over at him. “Will you?” Sure, there was a slight tremble in her voice. Could you blame her?
“Not until you allow me to. And not until it’s absolutely necessary.”
“What does that mean? Absolutely necessary?”
Obsidian’s attention remained on the road, his gaze shifting to the rearview mirror every now and then.
“Once the desire gets to be too much, feeding from you will ease the heat somewhat.”
“Heat?”
“What we refer to asamnigh. As myamsouelot, your body has a natural craving for mine and vice versa. Over time, it’ll intensify.”
While she wanted to think he was making that up, Penelope couldn’t ignore the fact she’d been on a constant simmer since she’d left his hotel room to go back to her apartment. Even now, her skin tingled, her breasts were sensitive, and there was an insistent throb between her legs.
“How long does that last?”
Obsidian reached for her hand, twined their fingers. “Indefinitely.”
Oh, great. He’d turned her into a sex fiend and there was nothing she could do about it.
Obsidian’s phone rang. He answered by hitting a button to allow the Bluetooth to sync.
“Where are you?” he asked without greeting.
“Thanks to your pit stop, only about a half hour behind you. You driving all the way through?”
Penelope watched Obsidian as he spoke.
“As much as I want to, we won’t make it. We’ll hole up in Flagstaff.”
“Perfect. I’ll have Gerran grab a couple of rooms. I’ll text you the details. Hey, Penelope,” the voice on the phone called out. “This is Reidar. I wanted to let you know we’ve got your brother. He’s a bit surly. Thought maybe if he heard your voice, he’d chill.”
“Oliver?” Penelope smiled. “Are you okay?”
“I’ve been better,” her brother grumbled. “Mind telling me why you had me kidnapped?”
