First, I need a little more information from him about his time with his clan and the types of activities they did together. I’d just need to be very covert about how I go about extracting this information from him without giving away any of my plans or secrets.
Finally, after more than two weeks in Starry Hill, I don’t feel a lick of boredom. In fact, I feel invigorated. I have a mission, a vision, and I’m really excited about all of it.
The sound of Anita’s tiny claws tapping against the stone floor has me sitting up again and looking toward the sound. My little sausage dog bounds across the foyer and straight for me, her butt wiggling furiously with happy swishes of her tail.
“There’s my baby,” I say, lowering myself to the floor to greet her. “Did you have a good day with Arran?”
I look up and my panties nearly combust at the sight of Arran leaning against the wall, strong arms folded across his chest, stubble a little longer than usual, and the most indulgent smile perched on his lips as he stares at us. Plus, I know how thick those thighs are under his kilt, what kind of jewelry decorates his cock, and how good his hands feel all over my body.
How does one person have the right to be this hot? And nice?
Fuck. I’m in trouble.
“Keep looking at me like that and I might have to kiss you again, darling,” Arran says, his voice a husky purr that shoots straight to my clit.
“Did you need a clear invitation?” I ask with a slight raise of my brows. I don’t give Arran my full attention, choosing to keep most of my focus on the pup twirling in circles between my legs.
“Aye.”
“Huh?”
“I thought…” Arran stumbles. “Well…” Rubbing a hand over his short hair I can still feel under my fingertips, Arran tries again. “That night was…”
“Amazing?” I offer.
“Aye,” Arran breathes. “However, you’ve not stated any explicit interest in repeating it.”
I lean back and cock a brow. “You’re kidding, right?”
“No.”
I throw Anita’s ball and she chases after it while I give the oblivious vampire my full attention. “Arran, my dear. You gave me six orgasms in one night. You think I wouldn’t want a repeatperformance? Or were you waiting for me to make all the moves again and offer myself on a platter?”
Swallowing hard, Arran mumbles, “Maybe?”
I raise both my hands in the air and gesture down my body. “Consider me a walking meal. Have a snack whenever you feel like it. A nibble, an appetizer, a plateful, or the whole fucking thing. Consider this your blatant invitation to partake of my body as you wish.”
“Are you talking about free use?” Arran asks slowly, his body absolutely still.
“I am.”
“With a vampire?”
“Withyou.”
On my next breath, Arran is striding toward me, lifting me up off the floor and wrapping my legs around his waist.
“You’re a gift, Audrey,” he says before slanting his mouth against mine.
I open instantly for him, my tongue meeting his hungry strokes with equal fervor, the pent-up feelings over the past week driving us closer and closer to each other, our inhibitions now long forgotten.
Arran lays me down on the couch, his big body pressing deliciously into mine as he damn near consumes me.
More, more. I want more.
I tighten my legs around Arran and grind my hips against him, but he’s too big and our pelvises don’t line up. Never have I felt such frustration for my small frame as I do right now where I actually might perish if I don’t get his dick inside me within the next second.
“Arran, please,” I say as he cups my tit, pinching my nipple the exact way I like.
