It was a real woodsy musky aroma and I knew it well.
“You shouldn’t be alone,” Kyden said, his tone husky as he ran his fingers lightly down my arms. “Too many vamps.” He placed his hands around the curve of my hip and began urging me to follow his movements.
“Are you going to protect me?” I managed.
He applied pressure with his hands as he guided me. “I will.”
I leaned against him and closed the distance between us, forgetting everyone else in the room. He reached up sweeping my hair across my shoulder, and lowered his lips to my neck to lay sweet soft butterfly kisses.
My knees went weak as I finally felt his dampened soft lips against my skin.
“Did I tell you how incredible you look?” His breath tickled the sensitive skin on the nape of my neck.
I gulped deeply. “No, I don’t think you mentioned it.”
“Hmmm…” he purred. “Well then, I must have just thought it.”
With the softest touch, he lightly ran his tongue along the length of my neck.
I shivered and moaned.
His lips curved into a smile against my skin. He approved of my reaction. “Like that, do you?”
My arousal grew. I needed to see him—needed to kiss him. I spun around and the second I did, I wished I hadn’t. The room spun so quickly it knocked me off balance. I dug in my heels and ignored the annoying spins. I wasn’t going to let this moment pass. I needed him badly.
I leaned up to kiss him only to meet loud laughter. “Wha…t…so…fu…n…ny?” I slurred. The second my words were out, it was obvious what was so funny. I was smashed.
That’s the thing with martinis—they creep up on you. One second you feel fine and the next you’re slurring like an idiot, which was me presently.
The room spun again and I dug into his arms trying to steady myself. “Ooohh.”
He chuckled deeply. “Álainn, you’re done. Let’s get you home.”
Chapter Four
The whole time I got ready, I wished I could go back to bed. I felt as if I’d been starved, run over, and beaten to a pulp. Basically, I felt like complete and total shit.
I dragged my feet along the floor dreading tonight. I glanced toward the kitchen and stopped. Food?
Bad idea. Kyden was in for a special treat as it was with training tonight. I really didn’t want to add fuel to the fact that it was very likely I could vomit on him.
I stumbled to the door, flung it open, and ran straight into a chest. It was like hitting a brick wall, and being that I was already off balance, I went flying back to land flat on my ass—hard. “Oww,” I groaned and grasped my head tightly.
Kyden laughed loudly. “Alright?”
I couldn’t even answer. The pain forced my eyes shut while everything faded away to deep throbs.
“Is she okay?” Zia asked, off in the distance.
“She’s fine,” Kyden answered. “Just had a little too much fun last night.”
Zia’s voice came closer. “I thought you might need me and by the looks of you, I was right.”
I snapped my head up and hissed as the throbbing worsened. This was mortifying! I hadn’t experienced this kind of hangover since my first drunk night, and that’s when I experimented with whiskey. After that, I knew my limits. Obviously, I needed to learn that lesson again.
“Here,” she said, kneeling down and reaching out her hand.
The second we connected, my skin began to tingle with pins and needles. I closed my eyes, relishing the moment of sweet heavenly bliss. When it stopped, I was pleasantly surprised that there wasn’t a trace of my horrible hangover.
My eyes snapped open to Zia’s smiling face. “Your magic heals?”
She stood, straightening out her skirt. “It does.” She laughed, and began to walk away. “Just think of me as a bottle of extra strength Tylenol.”
“Thanks, Zia,” I called after her.
She looked over her shoulder and
“You shouldn’t be alone,” Kyden said, his tone husky as he ran his fingers lightly down my arms. “Too many vamps.” He placed his hands around the curve of my hip and began urging me to follow his movements.
“Are you going to protect me?” I managed.
He applied pressure with his hands as he guided me. “I will.”
I leaned against him and closed the distance between us, forgetting everyone else in the room. He reached up sweeping my hair across my shoulder, and lowered his lips to my neck to lay sweet soft butterfly kisses.
My knees went weak as I finally felt his dampened soft lips against my skin.
“Did I tell you how incredible you look?” His breath tickled the sensitive skin on the nape of my neck.
I gulped deeply. “No, I don’t think you mentioned it.”
“Hmmm…” he purred. “Well then, I must have just thought it.”
With the softest touch, he lightly ran his tongue along the length of my neck.
I shivered and moaned.
His lips curved into a smile against my skin. He approved of my reaction. “Like that, do you?”
My arousal grew. I needed to see him—needed to kiss him. I spun around and the second I did, I wished I hadn’t. The room spun so quickly it knocked me off balance. I dug in my heels and ignored the annoying spins. I wasn’t going to let this moment pass. I needed him badly.
I leaned up to kiss him only to meet loud laughter. “Wha…t…so…fu…n…ny?” I slurred. The second my words were out, it was obvious what was so funny. I was smashed.
That’s the thing with martinis—they creep up on you. One second you feel fine and the next you’re slurring like an idiot, which was me presently.
The room spun again and I dug into his arms trying to steady myself. “Ooohh.”
He chuckled deeply. “Álainn, you’re done. Let’s get you home.”
Chapter Four
The whole time I got ready, I wished I could go back to bed. I felt as if I’d been starved, run over, and beaten to a pulp. Basically, I felt like complete and total shit.
I dragged my feet along the floor dreading tonight. I glanced toward the kitchen and stopped. Food?
Bad idea. Kyden was in for a special treat as it was with training tonight. I really didn’t want to add fuel to the fact that it was very likely I could vomit on him.
I stumbled to the door, flung it open, and ran straight into a chest. It was like hitting a brick wall, and being that I was already off balance, I went flying back to land flat on my ass—hard. “Oww,” I groaned and grasped my head tightly.
Kyden laughed loudly. “Alright?”
I couldn’t even answer. The pain forced my eyes shut while everything faded away to deep throbs.
“Is she okay?” Zia asked, off in the distance.
“She’s fine,” Kyden answered. “Just had a little too much fun last night.”
Zia’s voice came closer. “I thought you might need me and by the looks of you, I was right.”
I snapped my head up and hissed as the throbbing worsened. This was mortifying! I hadn’t experienced this kind of hangover since my first drunk night, and that’s when I experimented with whiskey. After that, I knew my limits. Obviously, I needed to learn that lesson again.
“Here,” she said, kneeling down and reaching out her hand.
The second we connected, my skin began to tingle with pins and needles. I closed my eyes, relishing the moment of sweet heavenly bliss. When it stopped, I was pleasantly surprised that there wasn’t a trace of my horrible hangover.
My eyes snapped open to Zia’s smiling face. “Your magic heals?”
She stood, straightening out her skirt. “It does.” She laughed, and began to walk away. “Just think of me as a bottle of extra strength Tylenol.”
“Thanks, Zia,” I called after her.
She looked over her shoulder and
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