press against his chest, her fingers curled slightly, as if she couldn’t decide whether to stop him or drag him closer.
Aden dipped his head and drew in the scent of her, her arousal, her blood so close to the surface, rushing through the big vein beneath her ear, thick and warm. He trailed his tongue along the path of her jugular, then lifted his head and blew softly on the wet skin.
Sidonie shivered and made a little sound of pleasure, and Aden smiled.
“Where did you go last night?” he whispered.
She stiffened. “What?”
SID LAID HER HAND on Aden’s chest and sighed with pleasure. He was so big, the muscles beneath her fingers like iron. And she was going to do this thing. He’d started in on her almost the minute she walked through the door tonight, crooning at her in that low, sexy, voice, his dark eyes caressing every curve of her body, every inhaled breath that plumped her breasts over the low-cut neckline. Maybe he was hungry, maybe whatever had happened last night had drained him, and he needed blood. Maybe that was why he was doing the full-court press right off the starting line. The part of her brain that was a writer chided her for the mixed metaphor, but she told it to shut the fuck up.
She shivered as Aden bent closer, his wet tongue gliding over the skin beneath her ear, his breath warm, just as she’d imagined it would be. She couldn’t stop the tiny sound of pleasure that escaped her lips. Hadn’t she known all along it would come to this? Hadn’t she dressed this way to seduce him, to have his teeth on her neck? And what could it hurt? It was just a little bit of blood, after all.
“Where did you go last night?” he whispered.
Sid blinked, the unexpected question like a slap in the face. “What?” she asked, and shoved at his chest to no effect.
Aden straightened and stared down at her, every inch of him cold and arrogant, the seductive lover gone. “For whom are you working?”
She shoved harder and stumbled slightly on her spike heels when he abruptly let her go. “I’m not working for anyone, you ass,” she snapped. “I’ve been trying to tell you for days why I’m here, but you’ve been so busy being Mr. Important that you haven’t taken the time to listen.”
Aden closed the space between them again, looming over her, his size suddenly more threatening than sexy. “What did you hear last night? And whom did you tell?”
Sidonie had grown up with two older brothers. She’d been dealing with bigger males all of her life. She rammed her shoulder against Aden’s chest, trying to force him to move, but he only laughed, and she felt her anger boiling up. Most people never saw it, but she had a temper. She didn’t hold grudges and she couldn’t hold a mad for long, but when her anger finally bubbled to the surface, it came up hot.
“Move,” she demanded.
He gave her a gloating smile and said, “No.”
With a shriek of anger, Sidonie swung her hand back in a fist aimed at his smug face, just as she would have one of her brothers. But Aden caught her hand and glared down at her.
“You don’t want to do that.”
“Then let go of me.”
“Who’d you talk to last night?”
“No one, damn it. I live alone. There’s no one . . . ” Her voice trailed off.
“What?” he demanded, correctly interpreting her hesitation.
Sid’s thoughts were racing. Professor Dresner. It had to be. She remembered Dresner’s reaction as soon as she’d mentioned Aden leaving, how she’d pumped Sid for information, then almost immediately cut off the conversation.
“What happened last night?” she whispered, looking up at him. “Did somebody die?”
He frowned, and she thought he wouldn’t answer, but then he said, “A lot of vampires died. None of them were mine.”
Sid nearly choked on the guilt clogging her throat. Had those vampires died because of her? “What about Silas?” she asked.
Aden’s gaze narrowed dangerously. “What do you know about
Aden dipped his head and drew in the scent of her, her arousal, her blood so close to the surface, rushing through the big vein beneath her ear, thick and warm. He trailed his tongue along the path of her jugular, then lifted his head and blew softly on the wet skin.
Sidonie shivered and made a little sound of pleasure, and Aden smiled.
“Where did you go last night?” he whispered.
She stiffened. “What?”
SID LAID HER HAND on Aden’s chest and sighed with pleasure. He was so big, the muscles beneath her fingers like iron. And she was going to do this thing. He’d started in on her almost the minute she walked through the door tonight, crooning at her in that low, sexy, voice, his dark eyes caressing every curve of her body, every inhaled breath that plumped her breasts over the low-cut neckline. Maybe he was hungry, maybe whatever had happened last night had drained him, and he needed blood. Maybe that was why he was doing the full-court press right off the starting line. The part of her brain that was a writer chided her for the mixed metaphor, but she told it to shut the fuck up.
She shivered as Aden bent closer, his wet tongue gliding over the skin beneath her ear, his breath warm, just as she’d imagined it would be. She couldn’t stop the tiny sound of pleasure that escaped her lips. Hadn’t she known all along it would come to this? Hadn’t she dressed this way to seduce him, to have his teeth on her neck? And what could it hurt? It was just a little bit of blood, after all.
“Where did you go last night?” he whispered.
Sid blinked, the unexpected question like a slap in the face. “What?” she asked, and shoved at his chest to no effect.
Aden straightened and stared down at her, every inch of him cold and arrogant, the seductive lover gone. “For whom are you working?”
She shoved harder and stumbled slightly on her spike heels when he abruptly let her go. “I’m not working for anyone, you ass,” she snapped. “I’ve been trying to tell you for days why I’m here, but you’ve been so busy being Mr. Important that you haven’t taken the time to listen.”
Aden closed the space between them again, looming over her, his size suddenly more threatening than sexy. “What did you hear last night? And whom did you tell?”
Sidonie had grown up with two older brothers. She’d been dealing with bigger males all of her life. She rammed her shoulder against Aden’s chest, trying to force him to move, but he only laughed, and she felt her anger boiling up. Most people never saw it, but she had a temper. She didn’t hold grudges and she couldn’t hold a mad for long, but when her anger finally bubbled to the surface, it came up hot.
“Move,” she demanded.
He gave her a gloating smile and said, “No.”
With a shriek of anger, Sidonie swung her hand back in a fist aimed at his smug face, just as she would have one of her brothers. But Aden caught her hand and glared down at her.
“You don’t want to do that.”
“Then let go of me.”
“Who’d you talk to last night?”
“No one, damn it. I live alone. There’s no one . . . ” Her voice trailed off.
“What?” he demanded, correctly interpreting her hesitation.
Sid’s thoughts were racing. Professor Dresner. It had to be. She remembered Dresner’s reaction as soon as she’d mentioned Aden leaving, how she’d pumped Sid for information, then almost immediately cut off the conversation.
“What happened last night?” she whispered, looking up at him. “Did somebody die?”
He frowned, and she thought he wouldn’t answer, but then he said, “A lot of vampires died. None of them were mine.”
Sid nearly choked on the guilt clogging her throat. Had those vampires died because of her? “What about Silas?” she asked.
Aden’s gaze narrowed dangerously. “What do you know about
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