Immortally Theirs [Legends & Myths] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) by Scarlet Day Page A

his face to Claire’s. He pressed his lips to hers, his touch soft at first, since he didn’t want to spook her by being too aggressive. He needn’t have worried. She splayed both hands across his chest and leaned into him, kissing him back with enthusiasm. Stefan surrendered to his desire. With one long stroke, he ran his tongue along her lips. She parted them and Stefan almost cheered at her willingness to allow him entrance. His tongue plunged into her mouth and he groaned at the honey-and-wine flavor he found there. He slid his tongue along hers and explored the silkiness of her mouth. Her tongue dueled with his, taking as much from him as he took from her. Claire’s hands wrapped around his shoulders and she pulled him toward her, pressing herself against him. His cock was so hard it was painful.
    Stefan couldn’t think straight. He knew he shouldn’t be letting this happen. He shouldn’t be getting involved with a woman destined to die in a few short days. But the feel of Claire’s body against him and the sweet, intoxicating taste of her drove all logic from his mind. She felt so good. She tasted even better. He liked making her smile and yearned to see the new spark in her eyes shine brighter. He wanted to make her body sing for him. He ground his hips into her and they both gasped as his cock pressed against her pussy, the heat between them almost unbearable in spite of the clothing separating them.
    A throat being cleared broke through Stefan’s clouded thoughts and he forced himself to rip his lips away from Claire’s. A man wearing a shirt emblazoned with the winery logo stood in the room with raised eyebrows and an amused grin.
    Stefan struggled to control his breathing and he shrugged. “Sorry.”
    The man laughed and shook his head. “No problem. We get that all the time.”
    Stefan gripped Claire’s hand and led her out of the room. Her flushed cheeks and shallow breathing told him she had been just as swept away by their kiss as he had been. She remained silent, but she entwined her fingers with his as they descended the stairs.
    Stefan’s mind reeled with what had just happened and with what he was feeling. What the hell was he thinking? And what the hell was Christian going to say when Stefan told him he thought he might be falling for Claire?

Chapter Nine
     
    “How can you come back here after two hundred and fifty years and tell me what we should and shouldn’t do?” Christian fumed at his brother, all the pent up rage and feelings of Stefan’s past betrayal pouring out of him at once. “Were you the one who came back to claim our property after the British left Florida? Was it you who made sure the casa was kept up for all these years? Were you the one who had to leave every decade or so until everyone here forgot what you looked like?” He stalked across the room to within a few inches of his brother and pointed his finger in his face. “Were you the one who chiseled the names of our family into their headstones over and over and over again to make sure they weren’t forgotten?” He stared at his silent brother and then turned and stalked toward the door. He turned back to Stefan one last time. “It’s not our place to change her. We have no right to take her mortality. Leave it be.”
    Christian opened the door and stormed out, slamming it behind him and leaving his brother behind in the office. He stalked across the casa and fumed that Stefan could have been so reckless. His brother knew better than to involve himself on a personal level with a mortal. And to involve himself with one who was destined to die in a matter of days couldn’t be a wise choice.
    Christian had been trying hard to get word to a light reaper, hoping one could arrive before Claire met her approaching fate. He thought he might have had some success through Marius, one of his many non-human acquaintances. Marius happened to be a fallen angel who still sought to regain favor and rejoin his angelic