Until the Sun Falls from the Sky (The Three #1)(96)
He released her from her silence.
She felt it instantly and whispered with deep feeling, “I really hate you.”
He buried his face in her neck to hide his smile.
Even his very stubborn Leah couldn’t hate him at the same time her body moved in desperation to join with his.
His hand drifted up her back as he rubbed himself against her.
“Do you ever wonder at the intensity of your feeling for me, pet?” he asked her neck.
“No,” she snapped back but her voice was breathy and her head moved back to expose more of her throat, inviting his lips, tongue or teeth, it was clearly his choice. “You’re a big, fat, vampire jerk.”
He decided to ignore her words.
“Do you want me to feed or do you want my cock?” He paused, pressing against her. “Or both?”
“I hate you,” she whispered instead of answering.
His hand moved from her waist to her breast, his thumb brushing her rock-hard nipple. She caught her breath and her heart skipped a beat. She bucked against his hand between her legs and he smelled her rush of wetness even as he felt it.
God, she was magnificent.
If he ever lost sight of why he was enduring this torture, he only had to remember that moment.
Or the one where she melted against him with tenderness in her eyes.
“Answer me, Leah.”
“Both,” she breathed, her tone managing to be somehow defiant and defeated.
Tonight, he decided, Leah would get what she wanted.
And, finally, so would he.
He moved, shifting her to her back, his h*ps between her legs, hers rising instantly in invitation.
His mouth went to hers as he pressed the tip of his c**k inside her.
Tight and saturated.
He couldn’t f**king wait to be seated to the hilt inside.
However, before he finally gave them what they both wanted, they needed to get one thing straight.
His eyes locked with hers.
“I’ll not release you,” he growled. “Don’t mention it again.”
She moved her h*ps against his, seeking deeper contact but didn’t answer.
“Do you understand me?” he pushed.
She glared at him even as her h*ps pressed down.
His hands at her waist tightened. “Leah –” he grated warningly.
“I understand,” she whispered.
He prepared to thrust, a thrill of desire tearing through his body but before he could follow through, her frame went solid at the same instant he heard the distant, dangerous noises.
Her wide eyes locked with his.
“Something’s wrong,” she breathed.
Her understanding of this when there was no way she could hear the approaching car or the conversation of the people in it, shocked him.
He couldn’t think of that now.
Yes, sweetling, he spoke to her mind.
Her limbs tensed around him in a way he thought, after what just occurred, was strangely protective.
You don’t want them to hear us talking? she asked.
With great regret and a tight control on his anger at The Council’s very bad timing, he withdrew but stayed on top of her, pressing her to the bed.
No. You’ll need to put on your pajamas. With what happens next, I want you to take your cues from me. They come in, don’t speak unless they speak to you. Be very careful of your answers if they ask you questions and tell them as little as you can. He studied her a moment and then finished, If you sense something’s wrong, go with your instinct.
Her body trembled beneath him. Her heart was still racing but now for a different reason.
Who are they?
You’ll be safe.
Who are they?
No time for questions, sweetheart, you must trust me.
Lucien…
His hands went from her h*ps to frame her face and he looked into her eyes.
Trust me, Leah.
She stared. She swallowed. He watched as her face worked then her eyes flashed.
He knew, with grave disappointment, what her answer would be before she spoke it to his brain.
However, he was wrong.
Achingly sweetly, she whispered hesitantly, Okay.
Chapter Fifteen
The Menace
Before I could blink, Lucien and I were in the dressing room
He’d tagged my underwear during his dash and when he set me on my feet he handed them to me.
The doorbell rang.
Without a word I began dressing swiftly.
There were a number of things to think about.
One being the fact that I punched him.
I’d never hit anyone in my life and I wasn’t proud of it, not even a little bit. I had a bad temper but I’d never been moved to violence. Even if he was a big, bad, strong vampire who surely could take it and arguably deserved it, there was no excuse.
Of course, he had declared he’d never let me go which was a total, complete, utter and very, very, very vicious lie.
But still.
Another was the fact that he’d spanked me.
Spanked me.
Like I was a naughty child.
Well, not exactly like that but still!
And he did this while doing his mind control business.
It was so mortifying it was a wonder I could move at all and wasn’t literally petrified. Especially coupled with the fact that he’d gone straight from the spanking right to playing my body against me yet a-freaking-gain.