eye on Stella. God, that woman could move.
After another song ended she came to their table and plopped down in a chair beside him, their thighs touching. Her eyes were like starlit midnight as they met his. “How many did they have?”
“This was shot number twelve.”
He saw Stella’s brow rise as Scuro waved a sure hand for Nero to pour another one, while Trevas gave up, his head dropping onto the table. Oh yeah, Scuro was the silent guy with a friendly face, but he could drink them all under the table without batting an eye.
Nero held up the bottle and looked at Ombra questioningly. She grimaced, “Mommy.” Then she straightened in her chair, elbows resting on the table like anchors keeping her in place, and nodded. “’kay. Pour.”
It wasn’t long after that they all made their way home, some having more trouble than others setting one foot in front of the other. But on ce outside Stella couldn’t keep from staring at Scuro who was strolling down the street as if he’d just watched a game of foot in that bar and not downed fourteen shots of tequila. And that with his arm around Trevas no less, who really had trouble staying upright.
“ I don’t know whether to be awed or creeped out.”
Nero smiled at her. “Yeah, me neither sometimes.”
“A t least his eyes are a bit glazed over, otherwise it would definitely be creeped out.”
Fifteen minutes later it was once again just the two of them in the elevator, after the others had gotten off at their floors, eager to crawl into their beds. Nero accompanied Stella to her door, aware of her body beside his. He had been aware of her ever since they had met and that awareness had only grown. But even though she had wielded a shadow sword as if she had been born with it tonight, they still had a lot ahead of them. She had worked the shadows when in danger but still needed to do so, simply on command…and she needed to survive the Council’s test. He had to make sure of it. It was his responsibility to prepare her for whatever they would throw at her.
When they reached the door to her room, she turned and before he knew it she grabbed his neck, pulling him down to her mouth. She kissed him with a thoroughness that made his blood turn molten heat in an instant and he had her up against her door in the next. Tongues dancing and teeth nipping they got lost in the intensity of the desire blazing between them. His hand slipped under her sweater, caressing the smoothest skin until cupping a lace-covered breast. He craved her, needed more. Wanted to sink into her with his cock and his teeth - and wanted her fangs inside of him at the same time. Something he had never experienced. Either he had taken blood or the woman had, but never together.
Finally coming up for air and pulling back , Nero stared into her midnight eyes, saw the invitation and the hunger there. And just like that his mind went blank, his resolve… everything crumbled like a house of cards.
Grasping for the last slivers of control he had, he said, “You don’t know what you’re doing, you drank too much in the bar.” It was the first thing that came to mind, but he knew he was wrong.
“No, not the kind of drink I’m craving anyway.” Her gaze fell to his neck.
ELEVEN
When his hand went behind her to open the door while his mouth dropped back to hers with a growl, Stella could have sighed with relief if she had had the breath. Her need for him was a deep, aching hunger.
He gently pushed her backwards and inside her room, his foot kicking the door shut so silvery, moonlit darkness enveloped them. They bit and nipped and licked while trying to tear each other’s shirts off.
When her breasts were bare to his gaze, her chest rising and falling in an uneven rhythm, he bend her over his arm and dropped his head to suck one tight little nipple into his mouth. Then he used his teeth. Crying out Stella arched into him, wanting more of the pain and pleasure. His other hand came up to
After another song ended she came to their table and plopped down in a chair beside him, their thighs touching. Her eyes were like starlit midnight as they met his. “How many did they have?”
“This was shot number twelve.”
He saw Stella’s brow rise as Scuro waved a sure hand for Nero to pour another one, while Trevas gave up, his head dropping onto the table. Oh yeah, Scuro was the silent guy with a friendly face, but he could drink them all under the table without batting an eye.
Nero held up the bottle and looked at Ombra questioningly. She grimaced, “Mommy.” Then she straightened in her chair, elbows resting on the table like anchors keeping her in place, and nodded. “’kay. Pour.”
It wasn’t long after that they all made their way home, some having more trouble than others setting one foot in front of the other. But on ce outside Stella couldn’t keep from staring at Scuro who was strolling down the street as if he’d just watched a game of foot in that bar and not downed fourteen shots of tequila. And that with his arm around Trevas no less, who really had trouble staying upright.
“ I don’t know whether to be awed or creeped out.”
Nero smiled at her. “Yeah, me neither sometimes.”
“A t least his eyes are a bit glazed over, otherwise it would definitely be creeped out.”
Fifteen minutes later it was once again just the two of them in the elevator, after the others had gotten off at their floors, eager to crawl into their beds. Nero accompanied Stella to her door, aware of her body beside his. He had been aware of her ever since they had met and that awareness had only grown. But even though she had wielded a shadow sword as if she had been born with it tonight, they still had a lot ahead of them. She had worked the shadows when in danger but still needed to do so, simply on command…and she needed to survive the Council’s test. He had to make sure of it. It was his responsibility to prepare her for whatever they would throw at her.
When they reached the door to her room, she turned and before he knew it she grabbed his neck, pulling him down to her mouth. She kissed him with a thoroughness that made his blood turn molten heat in an instant and he had her up against her door in the next. Tongues dancing and teeth nipping they got lost in the intensity of the desire blazing between them. His hand slipped under her sweater, caressing the smoothest skin until cupping a lace-covered breast. He craved her, needed more. Wanted to sink into her with his cock and his teeth - and wanted her fangs inside of him at the same time. Something he had never experienced. Either he had taken blood or the woman had, but never together.
Finally coming up for air and pulling back , Nero stared into her midnight eyes, saw the invitation and the hunger there. And just like that his mind went blank, his resolve… everything crumbled like a house of cards.
Grasping for the last slivers of control he had, he said, “You don’t know what you’re doing, you drank too much in the bar.” It was the first thing that came to mind, but he knew he was wrong.
“No, not the kind of drink I’m craving anyway.” Her gaze fell to his neck.
ELEVEN
When his hand went behind her to open the door while his mouth dropped back to hers with a growl, Stella could have sighed with relief if she had had the breath. Her need for him was a deep, aching hunger.
He gently pushed her backwards and inside her room, his foot kicking the door shut so silvery, moonlit darkness enveloped them. They bit and nipped and licked while trying to tear each other’s shirts off.
When her breasts were bare to his gaze, her chest rising and falling in an uneven rhythm, he bend her over his arm and dropped his head to suck one tight little nipple into his mouth. Then he used his teeth. Crying out Stella arched into him, wanting more of the pain and pleasure. His other hand came up to
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