through her veins with the
sensation. A simple kiss had never had this kind of effect on her before. She
parted her lips and moaned as his tongue sought hers.
She entwined her
fingers in the hair at the base of his neck, pulling him closer, deepening the
kiss. The fingers on her other hand worked the top buttons of his shirt, then slipped beneath the fabric to caress his smooth skin.
This triggered an
approving growl from him as he broke the kiss. “Hold onto me.” He shifted his
hold so that she could wrap her legs around his waist. Using his free hand, he
cupped her breast, rubbing her sensitized nipple through the fabric.
The huskiness of his
voice sent a ripple of pleasure through her and his touch was driving her mad.
Her lips followed the path of her fingers, pushing the fabric away. She kissed
and nipped at his flesh as she trailed a path to his nipple. He rocked his hips
against her soft core as she took the round disk between her teeth and gently
bit then suckled the wound.
“Sherry!”
The shock in Desiree’s
voice brought her back to her senses. What was she thinking? She had never
behaved this way with anyone before. She heard Mica chuckle in the background. Her
eyes flew open and she reluctantly pushed away. She felt the heat rise to her
face, remembering the way she had just reacted to him.
When she looked up, he
was smiling, looking down at her. His fangs had dropped and his eyes held an
unnatural glow. The look in his eyes promised long nights of hot passion, and
her body was reacting to the open invitation, both reminding her that she was
dealing with a vampire and treading on very dangerous territory.
She took a quivering
breath, then spoke. “Please put me down.”
Drake laughed softly as
he complied, setting her on her feet. Her legs still felt wobbly and she
clutched his arm to remain steady.
“Thank you,” she
mumbled. She looked around the room, then shivered. The
light from the doorway flooded the interior, allowing Sherry to clearly see her
surroundings. She wrinkled her nose at the smell. The room was dank and musty.
Water droplets trickled down the walls. Three pedestals held coffins in the
center. Two benches lined the walls, one of which was occupied by Desiree and
Mica. Her gaze stopped on Desiree. “You both saw that, didn’t you?”
Desiree nodded. “Yeah , kiddo—are you okay?”
Sherry shrugged. “Yeah,
I guess. Waking up in a coffin probably took about ten years off my life.”
“Yeah, I imagine that
would be scary, but I was referring to just now.”
Drake frowned at
Desiree, and Sherry unconsciously stepped back, bumping into Drake. He wrapped
his arms possessively around her, alarming Desiree further.
Sherry shook her head.
“Desiree, I’m fine. It was just a kiss.”
“It looked like more
than a kiss to me.” She stood, then gripped Sherry’s
shoulders. “You’re playing with fire.” She shook her to stress her point then
shoved her toward the door. “Run!”
Drake tucked Sherry
behind him. “Mica, control your mate!”
Desiree slammed her
hands on her hips and yelled into Drake’s face. “I told you that you can’t have
my friend.”
“I am king!” he roared.
“You are one of my subjects and have no say in who I
see or don’t see. I can have anyone I please.”
She crossed her arms
over her chest. “Not Sherry!”
Mica gripped Desiree’s
shoulders, pulling her back. “Desiree, enough.”
“But, Mica—”
“Love, she is a grown
woman and capable of making her own decisions.”
“Mica, I watched her
grow up. I taught her the craft—you don’t understand. She is like a daughter to
me—I have to protect her.”
Sherry stepped from
behind Drake and stood next to him. “Desiree, I’ve been taking care of myself
for quite a few years now—”
Desiree smiled sadly
and interjected. “I know. I also know I have no rights or control over your
life. But Drake is—”
“Is what?” She cut in,
losing her temper. “Strong,
sensation. A simple kiss had never had this kind of effect on her before. She
parted her lips and moaned as his tongue sought hers.
She entwined her
fingers in the hair at the base of his neck, pulling him closer, deepening the
kiss. The fingers on her other hand worked the top buttons of his shirt, then slipped beneath the fabric to caress his smooth skin.
This triggered an
approving growl from him as he broke the kiss. “Hold onto me.” He shifted his
hold so that she could wrap her legs around his waist. Using his free hand, he
cupped her breast, rubbing her sensitized nipple through the fabric.
The huskiness of his
voice sent a ripple of pleasure through her and his touch was driving her mad.
Her lips followed the path of her fingers, pushing the fabric away. She kissed
and nipped at his flesh as she trailed a path to his nipple. He rocked his hips
against her soft core as she took the round disk between her teeth and gently
bit then suckled the wound.
“Sherry!”
The shock in Desiree’s
voice brought her back to her senses. What was she thinking? She had never
behaved this way with anyone before. She heard Mica chuckle in the background. Her
eyes flew open and she reluctantly pushed away. She felt the heat rise to her
face, remembering the way she had just reacted to him.
When she looked up, he
was smiling, looking down at her. His fangs had dropped and his eyes held an
unnatural glow. The look in his eyes promised long nights of hot passion, and
her body was reacting to the open invitation, both reminding her that she was
dealing with a vampire and treading on very dangerous territory.
She took a quivering
breath, then spoke. “Please put me down.”
Drake laughed softly as
he complied, setting her on her feet. Her legs still felt wobbly and she
clutched his arm to remain steady.
“Thank you,” she
mumbled. She looked around the room, then shivered. The
light from the doorway flooded the interior, allowing Sherry to clearly see her
surroundings. She wrinkled her nose at the smell. The room was dank and musty.
Water droplets trickled down the walls. Three pedestals held coffins in the
center. Two benches lined the walls, one of which was occupied by Desiree and
Mica. Her gaze stopped on Desiree. “You both saw that, didn’t you?”
Desiree nodded. “Yeah , kiddo—are you okay?”
Sherry shrugged. “Yeah,
I guess. Waking up in a coffin probably took about ten years off my life.”
“Yeah, I imagine that
would be scary, but I was referring to just now.”
Drake frowned at
Desiree, and Sherry unconsciously stepped back, bumping into Drake. He wrapped
his arms possessively around her, alarming Desiree further.
Sherry shook her head.
“Desiree, I’m fine. It was just a kiss.”
“It looked like more
than a kiss to me.” She stood, then gripped Sherry’s
shoulders. “You’re playing with fire.” She shook her to stress her point then
shoved her toward the door. “Run!”
Drake tucked Sherry
behind him. “Mica, control your mate!”
Desiree slammed her
hands on her hips and yelled into Drake’s face. “I told you that you can’t have
my friend.”
“I am king!” he roared.
“You are one of my subjects and have no say in who I
see or don’t see. I can have anyone I please.”
She crossed her arms
over her chest. “Not Sherry!”
Mica gripped Desiree’s
shoulders, pulling her back. “Desiree, enough.”
“But, Mica—”
“Love, she is a grown
woman and capable of making her own decisions.”
“Mica, I watched her
grow up. I taught her the craft—you don’t understand. She is like a daughter to
me—I have to protect her.”
Sherry stepped from
behind Drake and stood next to him. “Desiree, I’ve been taking care of myself
for quite a few years now—”
Desiree smiled sadly
and interjected. “I know. I also know I have no rights or control over your
life. But Drake is—”
“Is what?” She cut in,
losing her temper. “Strong,
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