This can’t be over, she thought frantically. This can’t be—
“I’m sorry,” he said in a guttural voice.
“Please … please,” she said hoarsely. “Don’t stop…”
This brought his head up and around. And, dearest Virgin Scribe, he was magnificent. Thick lips parted, black eyes glossy, a high blush upon his cheeks, he was both satiated and hungry still, the male animal only partially fed.
And she was well aware what part of his meal was missing.
Yet when she tried to reach for him, her hands pushed against an iron hold.
“Take me,” she begged. “Down below … I need you there—”
“Jesus Christ,” he spat as he leaped off her, all but throwing himself from the bed.
Up on his feet, he seemed to lose coordination, but then he stalked off to the bathroom and slammed the door shut.
Cold rushed in all over her. And not just because his body no longer blanketed her own. It was shame. Embarrassment.
But how could she have gotten that wrong?
Sitting up required a couple of tries. And when she was finally off the pillows, she pushed at the mess of her hair and tugged the lapels of her robing back into place. Twisting around, she looked at where she had lain. Her blood was a bright red stain on the white sheets.
Her wrist was still bleeding from where she had scored it.
Taking care of that with her own tongue, she shifted her legs off the bed. They felt too weak to hold her weight, but she had no choice, save to call them into service.
Going over to the closed bathroom door, she placed her hand upon the panels. On the far side, she could hear him breathing hard.
As she opened her mouth, intending to apologize for her temerity and then take her leave—she took a deep inhale—
The scent of his sexual arousal was strong as ever, and she frowned. He wanted her, still. So why had he …
At least her mortification could ease a little. “Trez?”
“I’m sorry.”
Testing the knob, she found things unlocked—but as she began to open the door, he barked, “No! Don’t—”
As the scent of that arousal grew even stronger in her nose, she peered inside. He was across the way, braced against the sinks, his head hanging low. And whatever torment he was going through, his body was clear with where it stood.
His erection was … just as incredible as the rest of him.
“Shut the goddamn door!” he hollered.
Except she wasn’t going to listen to that. Not after her visit to the cemetery up above. Not after having been reminded as recently as this morning exactly what was waiting for her: Her body was just beginning its death process, but she knew well enough that once the joints began to grind, time was of the essence.
This could be her one and only opportunity to be with a male—and she wanted this. In fact, she would have wanted him even if her future weren’t as yet breathing down her neck.
And his body desired hers. Clearly.
For all those reasons, she pushed the door completely open.
“Fucking hell,” he muttered. Then more loudly, “Selena, please.”
“I want … this.”
His head shook. “You don’t.”
“I want … you.”
“You can’t—for God’s sake, Selena, I hurt you.”
“You did not.”
He looked over the carved muscles of his upper arm. His eyes were glowing green. “Don’t push me right now. You’re not going to like what happens.”
“Are you going to make me beg?”
His huge body swayed, as if she’d sucked his strength instead of given him more. “Don’t do this to either of us, Selena. Not tonight.”
She frowned. “Tonight?”
He grabbed for a towel and wrapped it around his hips. “Just go. I’m so … grateful you gave me what I need. But I can’t do this right now.”
Giving her his back, he stood there, staring at a blank wall.
Selena pulled her lapels closer. “What ails—”
“For the love of f**king God, I’m already f**king my parents over, okay? I do not want to add you to the list.”
“Whatever do you speak of?”
When he didn’t reply, she went over to him, her cloth-soled shoes making no sound. When she touched his shoulder, he jumped.
“Trez—”
He wheeled around and backed up at the same time, slamming into the wall. “Please—”
“Speak unto me.”
His frantic eyes bounced around her face, her shoulders, her body. “I don’t want to talk right now. I want…”
“What?” she whispered.
“You know what … goddamn me to hell … I want you. So you really f**king have to leave.”
They stared at each other for the longest time. And then she decided to take control.
Reaching for the tie at her waist, Selena’s hands shook as she pulled apart the bow and let the strip fall to the floor. Uncurling, the robing split asunder, exposing the center of her body, her aching br**sts catching the two halves and holding them.
But her sex was on display. And his eyes went down … and stayed there.
Trez’s lips parted, his fangs descending anew; and now she was the one weaving on her feet as her core responded even further, blooming between her legs, sending out a call.
Which he answered by falling to his knees.
She wasn’t sure what she expected, but it wasn’t what he did next.
Reaching up, he slipped his hands under the robe’s halves and onto her waist. Warmth was her first impression—and that was followed by an immediate electric sensation, a sizzle that was transmitted from him to her through his broad palms.
He was so tall that his head came up to just below her br**sts, and all she could think of doing was running her hands over his soft, tightly curled hair—
She lost that initiative as his mouth brushed against her sternum. And then her upper belly. And then her navel.
He was curling himself backward onto his heels as he went down, and she … was he going to—
Selena moaned and nearly fell over as he brushed the top of her bare sex with his lips; His grip on her waist was the only thing that kept her upright.
The nuzzling was soft and gentle, his face and nose rubbing on her pelvis, his lips kissing the outside of her cleft.
And she wanted more.
Just as she was trying to form words, his tongue extended in for a probing lick, the invasion so languorous, she wasn’t spooked at how foreign it was. And then it came back, reentering, taking another taste of her.