Dark Destiny(118)

She couldn’t stop smiling. Joy seemed to start in her soul and spread through her body until her lips curved in complete happiness. She and Nicolae shifted shape once again, materializing in their true forms on the sidewalk together in front of the movie theater. Nicolae immediately drew her into his arms, pulling her tightly against the hard strength of his body. His long, lean fingers tunneled deep into the thick mass of her hair. “I have waited for hours to get you alone.”

“Really?” Pleasure blossomed through her body. “I wanted to be alone with you too,” she confided. No matter what he said about the darkness inside male Carpathians, Nicolae would always be her light.

A cool breeze slid over her body, bringing the inevitable mist with it. Laughing, happy, they slipped into the dark of the theater. Only a few couples were scattered around the large room. Nicolae found the darkest corner, up in the balcony where they were all alone. It wasn’t a vampire movie but an action movie. Destiny had seen it advertised, a popular video game made into a movie, and she particularly loved the actress. The balcony seats were wide and comfortable, and she settled into one with a little sigh.

“Did you really summon the healer? Gregori?”

“Do not sound so worried,” he answered, sliding his arm along the back of her seat to rest on her shoulders. “He has a lifemate, and it would be impossible for him to be other than good.”

Destiny shifted, leaning close to him. “What’s he like?”

He waited to answer, framing her face between his hands, finding her mouth with his. Fire poured into her. Into him. His tongue danced and dueled with hers. He had already waited too long to have her. His body was hard and aching. His mouth said it all to her, taking command, a hard possession, a declaration of his intentions.

He lifted his head and stared down into her enormous eyes and smiled. His voice was very calm when he answered her. “Gregori comes from a revered lineage. His ancestors have always guarded the Prince of our people, and most of them had a tremendous ability to heal. All of us can do so when called upon, of course, but the talent runs strongest in his line. I do not know him, but I knew his father, a man of loyalty and integrity who always stood by our people.”

She was beginning to know Nicolae well. “A warrior. A hunter,” she interpreted. “Exactly.”

A man much like Nicolae, one he would respect.

Destiny nodded. “All right, then. I’ll stick around and see what he’s like.”

The action on the screen was fast-paced and intense as sinister men stalked toward the heroine’s mansion. Nicolae glanced at the screen, then looked around the theater. “So this is what it is like to watch a movie from the balcony. I must confess I was never much of a movie patron.” His thumb slid along the neckline of her blouse, slipped inside to caress bare skin.

A shiver of pure awareness went down her spine. “Movies are wonderful. I really admire the imaginations of the people putting together such wonderful worlds.” She glanced at him. He wasn’t looking at the screen but at her, his dark eyes smoky with desire, with raw sexual hunger. His hands went to the front of her blouse and her heart began to pound. “Nicolae, this really is a good movie.”

“Is it?” he murmured, clearly distracted.

She was all too aware of his fingers slipping the tiny buttons open down the front of her blouse. His knuckles brushed her bare skin as the material gaped open. She tried to be shocked, but excitement set in. “Is this what you do on your movie dates?” She found it hotly erotic to be sitting in a movie theater in the dark with her blouse open and her breasts aching and swollen with need. She watched, fascinated, as his long fingers stroked her soft, creamy skin.

“Did you think I came to watch the movie?” He sounded amused.

“Well... yes.” The breath slammed out of her lungs as his fingers began to shape her breast, his thumb lovingly brushing the nipple into a taut peak of desire.

“I wanted to watch you watch the movie. I love to watch you enjoy things. Do you object to wearing a skirt?”

“A skirt?” she echoed faintly.

“Instead of pants. A short skirt. You do not have to wear anything under it.” His voice purred as his fingers stroked.

His request seemed sinfully wicked, wonderfully sexy, and as she complied in the easy way of their people, donning a short thigh-length skirt, she felt the flush of heat moving through her body. “So I’m to sit here and watch the movie while you watch me?”

“Excellent idea,” he agreed. One fingernail lengthened to slit through the thin lace of her bra, freeing her full breasts from the wispy confines. “I just want you to enjoy yourself.” Nicolae cupped the soft weight of one breast in his palm. The cool air teased her heated skin, tightened her nipples even more.