Broken Heart 09 Only Lycans Need Apply(46)

“Moira.”

His voice was hoarse, and given the vision I had just had, I could only imagine what sorts of things I’d done to him in the throes of another couple’s passion. Also, it was damned weird to be forced into the body of someone else so I could relive certain memories. To what end? I had no clue how to piece it all together. And what would be the next one? Would there even be another one?

Poor Drake.

I unwound myself from him, feeling shaky and strange. He seemed reluctant to let me go, and I wasn’t exactly in a hurry to leave his embrace, either. He found the wherewithal first to release me, and I stepped back. I offered him a trembling smile. “Sorry. I have no control over this shit.”

“I know.” He sucked in a breath. Then his gaze met mine, and I saw the raw lust sparkling in his gaze. My knees nearly buckled.

“I want you,” he said.





Chapter 18


“You know I want you,” he echoed.

“Yes,” I said softly. “I want you, too.” I waved my hand around. “Granted, these are not ideal conditions for exploration of our attraction.”

“No,” he agreed, regret heavy in his voice. His gaze fell to my breasts, and then I saw him look farther down. At my vagina? Really? Way to be subtle, werewolf.

“You’re bleeding again.”

“Oh.” He’d been gazing at my bloody arm. Oops. Now that I was in my right mind again, I could feel the pulsing pain in the wrist that had been pierced. I lifted my arm and stared at the wound. “Yeah, that hurts.”

“I think it’s time to rip my shirt,” he said. He untucked his black T-shirt and ripped a section from the bottom. He wrapped the piece of T-shirt around my wrist. He tied a bow at the top.

“I don’t suppose you have any Advil in one of those pockets?”

He shook his head. “Sorry. Human medication doesn’t work on werewolves, and most paranormal creatures have no need for pain relievers.”

“Especially when you have the goddess of healing on call,” I said.

“True.” He looked over my shoulder. “There is another passage.”

I turned to see. Just as the other one had, the wall here had disappeared. Once again, magical torchlight flickered off stone walls, beckoning us on to the next part of the journey.

“Shall we?” I asked. I felt tired, no doubt from the blood loss. I really needed to, pardon the vampire humor, suck it up. I had a feeling the vampires weren’t on the other side of the door. We were on a journey here, and if I was going to die from blood loss, it might take a few tries.

Awesome.

• • •

Drake grasped my non-injured hand, and stalled my progress. I was hyper-aware of him, not only because he was gorgeous, but also because I knew I had to keep ahead of him so I could conquer this pyramid with this whole blood sacrifice thing.

I only hoped the ambrosia was real. I would be really pissed off if I died.

He pulled me back, swung me around right into his embrace.

“One kiss,” he murmured.

I could not deny him—or me—that one simple request. He cupped my face, staring deeply into my eyes. Electric thrills raced up my spine and spun like an out-of-control Ferris wheel in my belly. He pulled out the band holding my hair in its requisite ponytail and spread his fingers through the silky layers. (Okay, look, I know describing my own hair as having silky layers is somewhat arrogant, but it’s also the truth. I have an awesome stylist.)

“Beautiful,” he said.

He angled his head and brushed his lips over mine. My entire body went still, except for the tingles. Oh, holy hell, these were some bad-ass tingles, too. His lips cavorted over mine, teasing me. He captured—again and again—but did not conquer.

By the time his tongue pierced the seam of my mouth, I was clinging to him, if only because my legs were so shaky I didn’t think I could stand on my own.

His tongue drew mine into a mating dance. My heart pounded erratically, and I felt so electrified, so hot for him. The passion of our kiss intensified, and I started to think that we had too many clothes on. And there were others part of me that needed kissing. And other parts of him that I wanted to kiss.

Then he drew away, panting, his eyes dilated, his lips swollen and wet. He leaned forward and licked my bottom lip. “Later,” he promised in a growling voice. “I will take you, Moira.”

“That’s the best news I’ve heard all day.” I looked up at him and brushed my fingers over his cheek. His kiss, his passion, had quite the rejuvenation effect. My exhaustion faded, and I felt ready for the next task. I looked at him and smiled. “I’ll hold you to that, Drake.”