"Did you?" he asked before he could stop himself.
She nodded as she rounded the bed and came a little too close to him. She stood so close that their bodies almost touched. He felt an odd impulse to touch her. To see if her skin was as soft as it appeared.
Gods, she was beautiful.
Her body was lithe and tall, her breasts a perfect handful. It'd been a long time since he had last screwed a woman. An eternity since he had been this close to one without tasting her blood.
He swore he could taste hers now. Feel her heartbeat pounding against his lips as he drank from her while her emotions and feelings poured into him, filling him with something other than numbness and pain.
Even though drinking human blood was forbidden, it was the only thing that had ever given him pleasure.
The only thing that buried the pain inside him and allowed him to experience hopes, dreams.
The only thing that allowed him to feel human.
And he wanted to feel human.
He wanted to feelher .
"Your hair was cool and silky," she said softly, "like midnight velvet."
Her words made his cock tighten with need and lust.
Cool and silky.
It made him think of her legs sliding against his. Of the delicate, feminine skin that would cover her buttocks and thighs. The way they would feel against his legs as he pounded himself into her.
His breathing ragged, he imagined what it would be like to peel her tight, faded jeans down her long legs and spread them wide. To run his hand through her short, crisp hairs until he could touch her intimately, stroking her until her sweet juices coated his fingers as she murmured in his ear and rubbed herself against
him.
What it would be like to lay her down on the bed behind her and sink himself deep inside her warm, wet heat until they both climaxed.
To feel her mouth on his body.
Create PDF files without this message by purchasing novaPDF printer (http://www.novapdf.com) Her hands groping him.
She reached out to touch him.
Unable to move from the force of his fantasy, Zarek stood perfectly still as she placed her hand on his shoulder. The smell of woman, smoke, and roses permeated him and he felt a desperate need to bend down, bury his face against her creamy skin, and just inhale her sweet scent. To sink his fangs into her soft, tender neck and sample the life force inside her.
Unconsciously, he opened his lips, baring his fangs.
The need for her was almost overwhelming.
But not nearly as demanding as the desire to touch her body.
"You're taller than I thought you'd be." She traced the curve of his upper biceps. Chills rushed over him as he hardened even more.
He wanted her. Badly.
Bite her…
Her wolf growled.
Zarek ignored it as he continued to stare at her.
His affairs with women had always been kept brief and hurried. Never once had he allowed a woman to face or touch him while they had sex.
He'd always taken his women on all fours from behind, furious and quick like an animal. He'd never wanted to spend any time with them other than what he needed to sate his body.
Yet he could easily envision taking this stranger into his arms and screwing her, face to face. Of feeling her breath on his skin as he rode her slow and hard all night long and drank from her…
He didn't speak as she skimmed her hand down his arm and he couldn't imagine why he didn't shove her away from him.
For some reason, she held him immobile with her touch.
His heavy groin burned with vicious need. If he didn't know better, he'd swear she was turning him on on purpose.
But there was an innocence in her touch that told him she only wanted to "see" him. There was nothing sexual in this.
At least not from her end.
Create PDF files without this message by purchasing novaPDF printer (http://www.novapdf.com) Zarek stepped away from her and put a good four feet of distance between them.
He had to.
One more minute and he would have her naked on that bed and at his mercy…
Not that he had any mercy for anyone.
She dropped her hand and stood still as if waiting for him to touch her.
He didn't. One touch and he would be the animal everyone thought he was.
"What's your name?" The question was out before he could stop himself.
She offered him a friendly smile that made his groin jerk. "Astrid. And yours?
"
"Zarek.
"
Her smile widened. "Youare Greek. I thought so by your accent.
"
Her wolf circled around her feet and sat down next to her to eyeball him. It flashed its teeth threateningly.
He was really beginning to hate that animal.
"Can I get you anything, Zarek?
"
Yes, crawl naked into that bed and let me ravish you until dawn.
He swallowed at the thought and his groin tightened even more at the sound of his name on her lips.
He couldn't have been any harder if she had been stroking him with her hand.
Her mouth…
What was wrong with him? He was on the run for his life and all he could think of was sex?
He was being a total idiot.
"No, thank you," he said. "I'm all right.
"