Dark Stranger Immortal (The Children of the Gods #3)(4)
Whatever. His opinion on poetry notwithstanding, he needed something more concrete than that word.
Woo.
Being serious and pragmatic wasn’t going to help him woo anyone, besides business associates, that is, not that he was any good at that either.
Kian thought of himself as courteous and polite, and he was… most of the time… unless his temper got the better of him. Other than that, the extent of his social skills was limited to business dealings and seducing women in bars and clubs.
It wasn’t much to work with. In comparison, even bloody Anandur seemed like a witty charmer.
I’m so screwed…
With his footfalls making almost no sound on the hallway’s soft rug, Syssi didn’t hear his approach. She didn’t even lift her head when he peered into Amanda’s office.
For a moment, he observed her unawares. She looked adorable; scrunching her little nose in concentration, her wild multicolor hair all over the place—cascading down her back and front, covering her left breast while leaving the other outlined perfectly against her white, low-necked T-shirt.
She was so damn sexy it hurt.
Did she wear those Tshirts on purpose to taunt him? How was he supposed to get his head out of the gutter when she looked so tempting? Kian heaved a sigh. It would be next to impossible to follow Amanda’s advice and interact with Syssi in a nonsexual way.
She looked up from her work. “Hi, Kian… What was the heavy sigh for?”
For a moment there, he was tempted to yank her out of her chair and show her. Instead, he raked his itchy fingers through his hair. “Bridget, our in-house doctor, wants to take some blood samples from you and Michael.
She needs to run tests before and after each venom infusion…”
On the wooing scale of one to ten, that was probably a minus two.
With an inward curse, Kian’s brows drew tight. “Come, she is waiting for us in her lab.” He offered his hand.
Yep, I’m Mr. Fucking Debonair.
2
S Y S S I
H ere he goes again. Syssi winced.
In a heartbeat, Kian went from looking wistful to grumpy, his darkening mood casting an unpleasant, oppressive shadow.
Syssi swallowed past the hard lump in her throat. Was he suddenly reminded of the dismissive way she had treated him before?
Okay… two could play that game. She could be aloof and grumpy as well…
Yeah right…
Holding onto Kian’s hand as they headed for the elevator, Syssi struggled just to keep herself from plastering her body against his and rubbing all over him—like a cat on a scratching post.
But a quick glance at his grim, agitated face was enough to kill that impulse.
As they stood side by side, waiting for the elevator, there was an awkward silence between them, and if not for his hand holding onto hers almost crushingly, she would’ve thought he didn’t want to be with her.
As soon as the doors slid shut behind them, the tension got even worse.
With the memory of last night’s momentous ride slamming down hard, the already small space shrunk around her, constricting her air supply.
“Fuck that!” Was all the warning she got before Kian shoved her against the wall and smashed his lips over hers with a low guttural sound reverberating deep in his throat. He held her in place with his hand on her nape, his tongue invading her welcoming mouth.
She moaned.
Her small needy whimpers must’ve urged him on, and he bent his knees to align their bodies, gyrating his hips and grinding himself against her.
Testing, she pushed her tongue past his lips and thrust into his mouth. He let her, groaning as she went on swirling and licking at his fangs’ extended length.
“More…” Kian growled when she left his mouth to kiss and nip at his throat, pulling her back to his lips, “… my fangs, I never knew it’d feel so damn good…”
Was she the first to give him this pleasure? Floored by his admission, Syssi’s heart swelled with satisfaction. Kissing him long and hard, she swirled her tongue round and round his fangs until he groaned with bliss.
Once again, they were on fire, their need for each other insatiable. But unlike last night, acting on it was not an option. As the elevator chime announced that it’d reached its destination, Kian released her, and a moment later she let go of him as well.
Panting breathlessly as Kian held the door from closing, Syssi took a moment to compose herself before exiting into the wide corridor.
“Hold on!” He grabbed her arm as she stepped out. “I need another moment here.” He leaned his back against the hallway’s wall, holding onto her bicep as if afraid she’d bolt. “Between my fangs and what’s going on down below, I’ll make quite a spectacle of myself if I walk into Bridget’s lab like this.”
“Need me to talk about gross, disgusting stuff? I can help you deflate in no time…” Syssi giggled, not at all sorry for his predicament.
Kian cocked a brow. “What gross stuff?”
“Once, when I was at the mall, I saw this little kid in a stroller eating a hamburger. He choked on a larger piece and puked, but kept eating the puke-covered hamburger as if nothing happened. Meanwhile, his mother was chatting with a friend and pushing the stroller, bewildered by the horror-filled glances of passers-by, oblivious to what was happening, until a saleslady ran out from one of the stores with a roll of paper towels.”