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peered at her from beneath heavy lids. “Goodness, huh?” He swiped his thumb across her lips, then slipped it into her mouth. When she gasped, he rubbed her tongue, then her lips, wetting them. “You really don’t know me, do you, Wraith?” he whispered.
In response, she nipped his thumb, then laved the hurt with her tongue. His eyes went dark and smoky, making her smile. “I might come off as a total bitch, but I’m a smart one. And I don’t live in denial. I know what is. And what isn’t.” She hesitated, then plowed on, knowing it had to be said. Caleb was too knight-in-shining-armor. He was attracted to her because he wanted to save her, she knew that. Only he couldn’t.
And even if he could, she didn’t want to be saved. She’d walked the earth as the living dead long enough. She was tired. So tired. Maybe tonight she could have more, but eventually . . . soon...
“Tonight isn’t going to be more than a roll in the sack. Know that now, before things go further.”
“Is that right?” he said with a mocking smile.
She narrowed her eyes at him. “Listen, O’Flare—”
“You’d best brace yourself, Wraith,” he said softly, a hint of Irish and sex sneaking into his voice.
She did.
Her eyes widened.
Her muscles tensed.
Then he kissed her.
Sort of. Truth was, he hardly touched her because, as always, he didn’t want to hurt her. She wanted to weep at that knowledge.
Such a good man, she thought again.
His lips barely brushed hers, but their breath mingled and their gazes locked.
For long moments, he stood close to her, grazing her mouth with whisper-soft sips and the occasional slick glide of his tongue. Raising her arms, she threaded her fingers through his hair, marveling at the soft, silky texture. He pulled his head back to stare into the dark lenses of her sunglasses, and she wished he could see past them—see past the cloudy haze that covered her eyes. She wished he could see the color of her eyes and watch her pupils dilate with the evidence of her desire, the way a normal human’s pupils would.
But she knew what he’d see if he removed her glasses. Blankness. Eyes foggy and seemingly unaffected, when so much of her was churning with a restless energy she could barely contain.
He pulled away, and she barely stopped herself from grabbing for him. “I need to talk to someone,” he said.
She tried to fight off a pang of jealousy. The cat. “You certain you want to do that?” she whispered, hoping she sounded seductive.
“Yes, but I won’t be long. You changing your mind?”
She shook her head. No, she wasn’t changing her mind. She might be a fool. She might not know what this evening was going to bring her, but she wanted to find out. She wanted him.
“Don’t move and don’t jerk me around, Wraith. If I find out—”
She shook her head. “I’m not. I won’t. Tonight, I just want . . . I just want to forget . . . to rest . . .”
“So I’m going to be used as a sleeping pill?” he teased, his face lightening with a smile.
“I didn’t say anything about sleeping, O’Flare.”
His smile vanished as he sucked in a breath, eyes flashing hot with desire. Without another word, he turned around.
Holy shit. For a second there, he’d looked like he wanted to eat her alive. Suck her up and swallow her down.
She licked her lips, thinking that’s exactly what she wanted to do to him.
Before she could let her doubts get the better of her, she turned around to scan the crowd. Her brows furrowed when she saw Lucy by the bar, sipping on a drink.
Had Lucy seen her and Caleb kissing? Would she be hurt when she saw them leave together? She knew the little mage had a crush on him, and for an instant, guilt made her pause. But Wraith wasn’t selfless as a general rule, and that counted double when it came to her limited choices in bed partners. She liked Lucy, but not enough to give up a chance like this.
Still . . . What if sex with Caleb was addictive? What if
In response, she nipped his thumb, then laved the hurt with her tongue. His eyes went dark and smoky, making her smile. “I might come off as a total bitch, but I’m a smart one. And I don’t live in denial. I know what is. And what isn’t.” She hesitated, then plowed on, knowing it had to be said. Caleb was too knight-in-shining-armor. He was attracted to her because he wanted to save her, she knew that. Only he couldn’t.
And even if he could, she didn’t want to be saved. She’d walked the earth as the living dead long enough. She was tired. So tired. Maybe tonight she could have more, but eventually . . . soon...
“Tonight isn’t going to be more than a roll in the sack. Know that now, before things go further.”
“Is that right?” he said with a mocking smile.
She narrowed her eyes at him. “Listen, O’Flare—”
“You’d best brace yourself, Wraith,” he said softly, a hint of Irish and sex sneaking into his voice.
She did.
Her eyes widened.
Her muscles tensed.
Then he kissed her.
Sort of. Truth was, he hardly touched her because, as always, he didn’t want to hurt her. She wanted to weep at that knowledge.
Such a good man, she thought again.
His lips barely brushed hers, but their breath mingled and their gazes locked.
For long moments, he stood close to her, grazing her mouth with whisper-soft sips and the occasional slick glide of his tongue. Raising her arms, she threaded her fingers through his hair, marveling at the soft, silky texture. He pulled his head back to stare into the dark lenses of her sunglasses, and she wished he could see past them—see past the cloudy haze that covered her eyes. She wished he could see the color of her eyes and watch her pupils dilate with the evidence of her desire, the way a normal human’s pupils would.
But she knew what he’d see if he removed her glasses. Blankness. Eyes foggy and seemingly unaffected, when so much of her was churning with a restless energy she could barely contain.
He pulled away, and she barely stopped herself from grabbing for him. “I need to talk to someone,” he said.
She tried to fight off a pang of jealousy. The cat. “You certain you want to do that?” she whispered, hoping she sounded seductive.
“Yes, but I won’t be long. You changing your mind?”
She shook her head. No, she wasn’t changing her mind. She might be a fool. She might not know what this evening was going to bring her, but she wanted to find out. She wanted him.
“Don’t move and don’t jerk me around, Wraith. If I find out—”
She shook her head. “I’m not. I won’t. Tonight, I just want . . . I just want to forget . . . to rest . . .”
“So I’m going to be used as a sleeping pill?” he teased, his face lightening with a smile.
“I didn’t say anything about sleeping, O’Flare.”
His smile vanished as he sucked in a breath, eyes flashing hot with desire. Without another word, he turned around.
Holy shit. For a second there, he’d looked like he wanted to eat her alive. Suck her up and swallow her down.
She licked her lips, thinking that’s exactly what she wanted to do to him.
Before she could let her doubts get the better of her, she turned around to scan the crowd. Her brows furrowed when she saw Lucy by the bar, sipping on a drink.
Had Lucy seen her and Caleb kissing? Would she be hurt when she saw them leave together? She knew the little mage had a crush on him, and for an instant, guilt made her pause. But Wraith wasn’t selfless as a general rule, and that counted double when it came to her limited choices in bed partners. She liked Lucy, but not enough to give up a chance like this.
Still . . . What if sex with Caleb was addictive? What if
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