Seth’s hand tightened on my shoulder, and I felt the tremble rock his body. I almost held my breath, fearing that he would pull away, but he didn’t. He made this sound that came from the back of his throat, a sound that was animalistic and purely sexual as he finally, really kissed me. His hand slid down my arm and found its way to my stomach. “Okay,” he murmured. “Distraction is something I excel at.”
“I think there are a lot of things you excel at.” Thrilled that I wasn’t going to have to beg, my bones liquefied as his hand coasted up over my ribcage.
His tongue flicked over mine, and he drew out the kiss until I was practically panting for breath, and only then did he lift his mouth from mine. He chuckled when my fingers tugged on his hair. “Like what? Don’t be shy. I love it when you list all the amazing things about me.”
His hand slipped over my breast, and I gasped. His nimble fingers made their way under the hem of my top and found the aching peak. “You’re . . . you’re really good at that.”
“But do I excel at it?” he asked, catching the nipple between his fingers and tugging gently.
Back arching, I moaned as I slipped my hand down to his shoulder. “Yeah. Yes.”
He dragged the neckline of my top down, exposing the area of his current fixation. “And how about this?”
Before I could respond, he closed his mouth around where his two fingers had been and sucked deep, hard. A strangled cry ripped from me as heaviness filled my breasts and tiny coils formed low in my stomach. Pleasure darted through my veins.
Seth lifted his head and moved to the other breast. His warm breath danced over my skin. “Do I excel?”
“I . . . I think you know the answer to that.”
His tongue flicked over my nipple. “I think I need to hear you say that.”
My fingers dug into his skin. “You do.”
He rewarded my answer with another swipe of his tongue and a quick nip that melted my insides. He rose, his tongue dragging across my mouth as his hand drifted down my stomach and the tips of his fingers slipped under the band of my undies. He stopped as his mouth played over mine, and for a moment, I worried that he wouldn’t go any further than kissing and heavy petting. But then his hand moved and one long finger was slipping over the very center of me.
“Oh God,” I whispered against his mouth.
“Yes?”
I laughed softly.
“I can already tell this is something you believe I excel at,” he said, voice deep and rough.
Running my hand down his muscled arm, I curled my fingers over his forearm. “I do. I really, really do.”
“Then I suppose I should prove my talents.”
Seth did just that, sinking one finger deep inside me. My hips bucked as raw sensation poured into me. His thumb circled and pressed down on the bundle of nerves as he eased another finger inside. His finger moved slowly at first and then he did something with that finger, hooking it in a way that caused me to lose control. No, that was a lie. I never really had control when it came to Seth and to this. I held onto his arm as I ground against his hand and clutched at the strands of his hair with my other hand. His kiss swallowed my cry of release.
My body collapsed back against the bed. For a moment I just lay there, letting the sweet aftershocks ripple through my body. He slipped his hand from between my thighs, and with half-open eyes, I watched him lift his finger to his mouth.
Holy crap.
Everything about me clenched. I reached for him, grabbing at the loose pants he wore. He came only so far, stopping as he hovered above me. “You’re not done distracting me,” I told him.
“Mmm?” He gripped my hip. “That was all about you.”
I tugged on him, wanting his body flush to mine, but he didn’t budge. “I want this to be about us now.”
He kissed me and then made that rough, raw sound again. “What I just did was about us,” he said.
I could feel his arousal against my hip, so I knew he wanted this—wanted me, but he was, like I had suspected, holding back. “Seth, I . . . I want you.”
His eyes drifted shut. “I will never get tired of hearing that.”
“Then let me . . . let me have you, all of you.”
Lowering his forehead to mine, he murmured, “Psychi mou, I want you to be ready.”
“I am ready.”
He didn’t respond, but his fingers brushed over my wrist, over the band. He didn’t pull my hand away, but he held it still.
My heart swelled and broke at the same time. “You’re not rushing me into something I’m not ready for,” I told him. “You never would, because I know . . . I know that I’m always safe when I’m with you.”
His forehead slid against mine. “You weren’t safe when I fed from you before.”
“You didn’t hurt me. I didn’t even feel it, and it was nothing like what happened when I was with . . . with them,” I told him. “And we already talked about that. Doing that without my permission wasn’t okay. Not by a long shot. But I’ve forgiven you and you’ve promised to never do it again without asking. And we’ve moved past that. I trust you, Seth. I trust that I will always be safe with you,” I repeated. “That you . . . you will always make sure of that.”
He froze for a moment and then said roughly, “I don’t deserve you.”
I cupped his cheek. “See, that’s where you’re being just plain stupid.”
A startled chuckle left him.
“You do deserve me,” I continued. “You deserve my love.”
No sooner did those words leave the tip of my tongue before his mouth slanted over mine, and I knew he wouldn’t stop this time. He wouldn’t ask me if I was okay, or worry that I wasn’t ready for this. We were so going to do this.
His lips moved down my throat, leaving a trail of hot kisses and tight shivers in their wake. Sensations raced over my skin, my heart sang, and this was better—
A knock on the door jolted me.
Above me, Seth nipped at my throat. “Ignore it.”
“Alrighty,” I moaned as I reached between us, wrapping my hand around the thick length straining through his loose cotton sweats. He groaned against my heated skin. I held my breath, and then his mouth closed over the top of my breast, and my entire body tensed and then jerked. “Oh gods.”
The knock came again, this time louder and more incessant, but Seth was still on the move, his hands shoving the blanket aside. I lost my grip on him.
“Seth!” Aiden yelled. “I know you’re in there.”
Seth’s head stopped about an inch from what was going to be his promised land. “If you do not go away, Aiden, I will physically and gleefully harm you.”
“Yeah, I’m going to have to risk that,” was the response.
A low growl emanated from Seth as he rose. “I’m so fucking warning you—”
“We just heard from Deacon.” Aiden’s voice carried through the closed door. “They’ve found the demigod that was in Canada.”
Chapter 26
After much, much arguing and a few slammed doors, and me threatening to steal a boat so I could leave the island and then catch a plane, Seth relented and I was going with them to the University.