When the sirens faded, replaced by the regular sounds of traffic and people, Arys spoke. “You do know that he’s in love with you.” He let those words hang between us, watching for my reaction.
My mouth went dry, and the blood rushed from my face. No, we were not having this conversation. “Is this a tactic to steer the discussion away from you? Because that is a hell of a cheap shot.”
He chuckled, but it held little true humor. “Fine. Have it your way. Play dumb because you don’t want to admit it, but if he touches you again, I’ll kill him. Unless of course you invite it. Because you want it. Again.”
“That’s it!” I snarled the words; my fangs, long and sharp in my mouth. “We’ve been over this! You f**king hypocrite. Where do you get off judging me when you were having blood orgies with Harley? This has gone far enough. It’s done. Finished! Got it?”
My voice was rough, raspy with the wolf fighting to break free. The desire to bite a chunk out of him was immense. As far as I was concerned, the entire Kale incident was a moot point, none of Arys’ damn business. Besides, he was wrong about Kale’s feelings for me. He had to be.
Arys moved fast, reaching for me with an unexpected hunger. I fell into him, stumbling from the force he used. His lips were on mine before I could take a breath to tell him off further.
His kiss was demanding and aggressive, but it was also revealing. He couldn’t hide the desperation of it, a vulnerability that the wolf inside me didn’t understand but the woman inside me did.
A sigh escaped me when he slipped his tongue into my mouth. Arys had a way of driving me mad like no one else, and yet my body responded to him regardless. He was part of me. Even though I still wanted to smack him upside the head, I threw my arms around his neck and kissed him back with the urgency that several days of unrest had created.
“You are such a feisty little she-bitch,” Arys whispered against my lips. Gently, he dragged his tongue along my bottom lip. “But God, I love you.”
Before I could respond, he picked me up and turned us in a swift motion, placing me on the hood of the Charger. Leaning in to mesmerize me with another deep, spine tingling kiss, he slowly pushed my long skirt up my legs until he could stand between them.
“Arys-,”
He cut me off by pressing a finger against my lips. With a slow shake of his head, Arys kissed me again. His tongue swept the inside of my mouth, knocking the breath from me. The passion in his kiss ignited the fire inside me that always burned for him. I wanted to take him home with me, but Arys had something else in mind.
The warmth of his hands on my upper thighs was a delightful contrast compared to the chill of the evening air. Snow fell in soft, fluffy flakes, landing on us just to melt away as soon as they touched. The hood of the car was cold beneath me, but Arys’ heat made it forgettable.
Arys continued up my thighs to my velvet and lace booty short underwear. He hooked them with two fingers and began to tug. Excitement crashed through me along with surprise. Was he for real? Here? In the parking lot?
My eyes grew wide with an unspoken question. The answer I received was a sexy smirk and further tugging on my underwear. My heart hammered in my chest from both fear and anticipation. Even though my mind was alarmed, my body was already responding. Heat rushed to my southern region, creating a delicious tingle between my thighs.
“Are you friggin’ serious?” I had to ask even though I knew he was. This was insane.
His smile revealed fangs, and I melted just a little. His fingers brushed against my soft mound, and I sucked in my breath. I was rather pathetic when it came to resistance.
Arys was my ultimate undoing.
He leaned in close, nuzzling my neck and nipping it gently. “What do you think?”
“I think you’re out of your mind.”
“Yeah? You’re not exactly known for your calm, cool and collected mentality either.
Humor me.”
His teeth scraped against my skin, and I gasped. Though his touch was lively and ravenous, there was a delicate quality to it that spoke of his deeper devotion.
When he tugged at my underwear again, I wriggled atop the car, allowing him to slide them down my legs. I bit back a laugh when he hung them unceremoniously on the side mirror. With one hand, he lightly stroked the sensitive flesh between my legs; with the other, he held my face as he kissed me.
I reached to embed my hands in his midnight black locks, savoring both the feel and the scent of him. Vampires didn’t have much of a smell. Arys’ was made up primarily of hair products and cologne that was both musky and alluring, but sometimes, he smelled like my wolf.