Had she kissed him while he slept before leaving him alone?
He shook his head at that question. Dangerous thoughts. She had gotten under his skin too quickly and he knew better than to believe there was a happy ending in the cards for them.
Look how well it had turned out the last time he had thought he had found his true mate.
Payne sighed and shook those dark thoughts away as well as the lighter thoughts of Elissa that were just as deadly and just as likely to cause him pain, focusing on his inner incubus instead. He couldn’t remember ever wanting to feel it, not like this. He had never intentionally called it to the fore for no reason other than to feel it within him.
Part of him.
It was quick to come out of hiding, dominating his vampire nature and subduing it. His thoughts drifted to Elissa and the things they had done, and the things he wanted to do with her. He wanted to be in control this time. He wanted to finish inside her, claiming her body as his. He would make her scream his name as she climaxed and would feed on the intense pleasure that flowed through her in the wake of it.
It was too much.
His cock tented the blue material covering his body and he groaned.
Payne denied the urge to stroke himself and drew his hands out from behind his head. He raised his arms in front of him and stared at the fae markings. They swirled in shades of gold and blue. His incubus nature was in control now and he didn’t feel as he normally did when it happened. Rather than anger and disgust, he felt calm and still in command. The shifting colours mesmerised him and he lost himself in them, his vision blurring.
A weird sensation grew in the pit of his chest. A hot tingling that brought a strange notion with it.
It was as intangible as smoke but he felt it.
He knew where to go.
Payne teleported out of the bed and into the room with Elissa.
A woman passing by on the dimly lit street outside the window gasped. Payne cupped himself. She hurried away.
“Are you insane?” Elissa rose from the chair and hurried to the window. She tugged the dark curtains closed. Payne felt like mentioning she was the one who had opened the curtains even though he was sleeping nude in the next room.
He grabbed his underwear and slipped it on, quickly following it with his dark blue jeans. A flicker of disappointment lit Elissa’s eyes when he donned his dark grey shirt. Had she been expecting an encore? That had him stiff in his jeans. Later.
“It’s time to go.” He began buttoning his shirt and Elissa’s gaze dropped to his torso.
“It worked?” Her cheeks heated. Damn, he wanted her when she looked so innocent. It was hard to deny the urge to take her first and then head out, but he needed to do this before he lost his nerve.#p#分页标题#e#
He nodded.
Elissa packed some things into a black leather satchel, and then rushed past him into the bedroom. She shed her dark red robe, revealing lush bare curves. Payne couldn’t stop himself then.
He teleported right behind her and stepped into her. He swept his hands over her hips and drew her backside against his crotch. She stilled in his arms, her breathing rapid and heart racing. He lowered his head and pressed kisses along the subtle curve of her shoulder. Her breathing hitched when he gathered the waves of her chestnut hair and swept it over her other shoulder, away from her throat.
Payne licked her neck, his fangs lengthening.
He wanted to taste her.
She twisted in his arms, coming to face him. “What are you doing?”
Payne stared at her neck, unable to tear his gaze away from the smooth creamy column that tempted him more than anything, more than her naked body wrapped around his again. “Tasting you.”
She shook her head and he frowned. “No tasting. No biting. We don’t have time for this.”
Her nerves flowed through him, carried by her scent and her touch, and sounding in the tremulous beat of her heart.
“It won’t hurt,” he whispered, his eyes glued to the flickering pulse on her throat. He would make sure it was pleasurable for her, and for him. He couldn’t remember the last time he had taken blood from someone he had been intimate with, but it had been a very long time ago, and he couldn’t deny his need to do this, to have her in all the ways imaginable, slaking the needs of both sides of him. He had assuaged his incubus desires. Now he had to tend to his vampire ones. “I’m hungry. You made me hungry.”
His gaze darted to hers. She looked torn between refusing and accepting. He could see the war happening behind her soulful silvery eyes. Part of her wanted this, hungered to know his bite as fiercely as he hungered to know her blood. He only had to work on that part of her, cranking it up until she couldn’t say no.
“If you bite me, it might look suspicious.” She sounded too breathless to believe that. It was a piss-poor excuse.