Steal the Night (Thieves #5)(85)

He stood up, staring down at me.

I didn’t hesitate at all. My hands were already on the hem of my T-shirt, pulling it over my head. I tossed it aside and started on my jeans even as Daniel was shoving his off his hips, looking like he would die if he didn’t get what he wanted and soon. I unhooked my bra as he completed his task and got down on his knees. He reached up and pulled me toward him by my ankles. I was trapped by his strong arms parting my legs, spreading my naked flesh.

“I know you think I love you for the way your blood tastes,” Daniel said, his voice deep. “But god, Z, that wasn’t the first taste I got of you. I was an addict even then.”

He brought his mouth reverently down on my *, kissing me gently. He let go of my legs, sure that I would hold myself open for him now. He breathed in my scent, the happiness in his eyes letting me know how much he loved it.

“Fuck, baby, you’re already wet.” He parted me with his fingers and let his tongue run the length of my *, gathering cream as he went.

I took a deep breath because I needed the oxygen. His tongue speared me, f*cking deep and making me squirm. “I always am when you’re around, Danny.”

I curled my fingers around the bedspread, trying to let Daniel have his way. He loved to play with me. He would spend what seemed like hours licking, sucking, and loving his favorite part of me.

“All I thought about for five years was getting back inside you. I was so f*cking alone without you. Don’t you leave me, Z. Don’t you ever leave me. You take me with you wherever you go.”

Even through the pleasure he was giving me, I felt the ache at what had almost happened. I almost lost him. I almost had to walk away from my first love. I wouldn’t have known what happened to him.

“Baby, don’t.” But I could see he was emotional, too. “Don’t think about it. It didn’t happen. I won’t ever let it happen. I would have come for you. You understand. I’ll tell them whatever I need to say, but I’ll come for you and Dev.”

“I love you, Danny.” I couldn’t imagine a world without him.

His tongue found my clit and he worked his fingers inside. I let myself go, f*cking his fingers and loving the firm tongue pressed against me. My hands found his hair and held him where I wanted him. I cried out as he curved his fingers inside me and found my sweet spot. One long lick against my clit sent me flying. I came against his tongue, and he held himself close even as I shivered in the aftermath.

He let me settle before covering my body with his, the weight of him pressing me into the mattress and making me feel so safe. We weren’t a king and queen in that moment when he made a place for himself between my legs and connected us with one sure thrust of his body. We were seventeen again, just starting out with the whole world ahead of us and unknown. We were kids who had just found the greatest feeling in the world in each other’s bodies. We were Danny and Zoey, kids who loved each other, who never thought about a world without the other one in it.

He looked down as he held himself tight inside me, savoring the connection between us, and he said the same thing he had said to me that first night we made love. “You are everything to me.”

“You’re my world.” I gave him back my words.

He lay on top of me, giving me all of his weight, his cheek pressed so close to mine I could feel the tears that left his eyes. I wrapped my legs around his waist and forgot everything but the magnificent feeling of him inside me. I pushed back, and it didn’t take long for his pace to pick up and his silence to turn to long groans. He lifted his body up, and suddenly he was rubbing against my clit with every thrust, sending me over the edge again. I looked up and his fangs were out. He quickly closed his mouth.

“Don’t, baby,” I said because the truth was we weren’t seventeen anymore and I wouldn’t go back. I wanted this Daniel and he was a vampire. He was my husband. “Please, take me. Take what only I can give you.”

Daniel, my vampire, groaned and his eyes flashed. He never lost the rhythm of his lower body as he struck and my blood flowed into his mouth, making his heart pump, his lungs work, giving his soul a body to stay in. I closed my eyes and gave myself over to the now, where Daniel loved me fully and wholly.

The future might be uncertain but the now was perfect.





“What is it?” I asked, roused from my light sleep by Daniel’s movement.

He was up on one elbow, his eyes looking toward the door. “It’s Dev. He’s been out there for half an hour, Z. Why doesn’t he come in? It isn’t like him. He knows we’re naked. He should be clawing his way in.”

“Stewart got to him.” I knew exactly what the problem was. I shoved Daniel’s T-shirt over my head and opened the door.

Dev sat on the floor opposite our borrowed room. There was a tiredness to the set of his shoulders. A general air of the forlorn hung on him, his hair drooping and his clothes dusty. He had a bottle of whiskey in one hand. Only my faery prince could find a bottle on this isolated island.

“Is it helping?” I crossed my arms over my chest and cursed Stewart’s existence. The afternoon should have been relaxed. So many of our problems had been solved, but the damn demon had to bring up all of Dev’s insecurities.

“Nope,” he replied, taking a swig anyway.

“Are you coming to bed? We only have a few hours before dusk.”