on.”
“I can’t. Not yet... I just... I can’t.” She sounded so stricken, he backed down for the moment. A blood slave who didn’t want to be bitten, a woman with a vengeance against a man almost impossible to kill. When he finally got this story, it was going to be one doozy of a ride.
He wouldn’t stop until he’d heard it all.
Rain began to drum on the car, startling Victor. He’d scented the oncoming change of weather, but the clear skies had deceived him. The steady beat of noise reminded him strangely that he had no destination in mind for them. With the lycans gunning for him, even taking the ‘stang out for a ride made him trackable. “I need to come up with a place to do this. Someplace large and secluded with sleeping quarters and supplies for us both.”
“Why secluded?”
“Don’t need humans rushing up on a two-hundred-pound man whopping on a pixie of a woman. You want to learn, you’re gonna get hurt in the process. I’ll do my best not to do any permanent damage, but you will hurt.”
Goddamn if her eyes didn’t harden in resolution. Like she might enjoy this.
Lucy bit down on her lip before speaking. “If you don’t mind the drive, my grandparents left me a tract of land about two hours from here. Small country home with a kitchen full of canned goods. Some clothes. You think that would work?”
It wasn’t like they had much choice. She didn’t need to know about the lycans, not unless necessary, and he could use the time and distance to think. “Directions?”
Other than to tell him when he was coming up on a turn or the next steps of their trek, neither did much speaking during the rest of the trip. He had at least a dozen questions to pose to her, but the loudest of them wanted to ask her about her life as a blood slave.
Something primal in him bellowed at the understanding she’d been a sexual recipient for any number of vampires before him, both men and women. She’d been touched and fondled, caressed and pleasured by others. They’d shown her unrivaled passion and soaring heights.
What would it be like when he kissed her for the first time? When he slanted his imperfect mouth over hers, spittle drooling down his chin to drop onto her porcelain skin. When only one side of his mouth moved while the other side stayed flaccid and useless.
His gut tightened.
In the hundreds of years of being vampire, he hadn’t dared kiss a woman. Not even the ones he’d hired to slake his thirst for sensual contact. Even the most seasoned professional might not be able to disguise a flinch.
But this woman...he wanted to see if she could. If maybe she’d keep her composure if he kissed her. The generous curves of her lips were made for kissing, and he would try at least once.
She looked like if she responded to his clumsy attentions, she would be the kind of woman who moaned in her throat. Who would use her big, expressive eyes to beg for more. If she didn’t shudder in horror first.
He groaned, frustration threatening to make his skin burst.
“Are you okay?” Lucy murmured beside him.
Victor glanced at her, then shifted in his seat. Pretending he couldn’t see past the rain, he made a show of wiping the condensation on the window. “Wasn’t expecting this weather. We could have been there twenty minutes ago.”
“It’s peaceful. Probably the first time I’ve felt that way in a while.”
A flash of lightning illuminated the road ahead, the crack of thunder on its tail almost powerful enough to rock the vehicle. “You call this peaceful?”
She smiled, and Victor caught the edge of it. His heart tripped. “Not this , but this,” she said. “In here. I get that I don’t know you, but I feel safe here. I feel like I’m on the road to doing what I need to do for the first time. Yeah, I’d gotten close to Sage earlier, but inside I was shaking like a leaf. I had no idea how I was going to kill him. I was so afraid of chickening out at the last minute.”
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