He chuckled softly as he set her on her feet. “She won’t betray us. The best tracking spells need blood to work. Clothing is ineffective. Hair is kind of iffy. So, unless your old man has some of your blood, I think we’re safe enough for now.”
“Until the full moon,” Kay said, frowning.
“What do you mean?”
“My father will be able to track me when I change.”
“You might have mentioned that before.”
“I know. I guess with everything else that was going on, I just didn’t think of it.”
“So, he can find you, even when he’s in Jackson and you’re here?”
“I’m not sure.”
Gideon exhaled sharply, then pulled her into his arms and kissed the tip of her nose. “What do you say we worry about that tomorrow night?”
“I think that’s a great idea.” She smiled at him as he carried her down the hall.
In the bedroom, his clever hands quickly undressed her, then he tossed her, gently, onto the bed. He stretched out beside her moments later, those clever hands playing over her body, his fingers stroking along her skin like a master violinist tuning his instrument until she was humming with need. She buried her fingers in his hair, drawing him closer, her tongue sweeping across his lips, delving inside to duel with his own. Desire unfurled deep within her, making her forget everything but her yearning for this man and no other.
She moaned with pleasure as his fangs grazed her throat, lifted her hips to meet him as his body became a part of hers. Crying his name, she reached for the stars, felt them rain down around her as he carried her away to a secret place no one else could find.
With a contented sigh, Kay snuggled against Gideon’s side, her head resting on his shoulder, her fingertips tracing lazy circles over his chest and hard, flat belly. He had an amazing physique. Had he had it before he became a vampire? Or was it just an added perk, like being able to zap himself from one end of the country to the other? If it was just part of being Nosferatu, she was certain men from all over the world would be lining up to become vampires. Of course, none of them would ever be as incredibly sexy as the raven-haired Adonis lying beside her.
“Adonis? Really?”
Jabbing him in the side with her elbow, she said, “Stop that!”
“Sorry.”
“No, you’re not, or you wouldn’t do it.”
“Sometimes I just can’t help myself.” He rolled onto his side and drew her body against his. “How else am I going to know what you like?” he asked, his voice whiskey smooth.
“I’ll tell you.”
“Will you?”
She sucked in a breath as his hand began to slide up and down the inside of her thigh.
Gideon laughed softly as he rose over her. “I guess I don’t need to read your mind, after all.”
Propped up on one elbow, Kay reviewed their situation while she watched Gideon sleep. Verah was dead and they were safe, as long as her father couldn’t track her during the full moon. Would he be able to find her when they were so many miles apart? She had never heard of a werewolf—even an Alpha—being able to track another wolf when there was so much distance between them, but just because she had never heard of it didn’t mean it wasn’t possible.
Suddenly restless, she slid out of bed and went into the living room. Drawing back the heavy draperies at one of the windows, she watched the sun rise over the city. It was always a beautiful sight, seeing the way the sky slowly changed from dark to light, the way the sun’s light splashed the clouds with streaks of lavender, pink, and crimson. No two sunrises or sunsets were ever quite the same, but they were all beautiful.
Gnawing on her thumbnail, Kay let the drapes fall back into place. In three days, she would have an answer to the question of whether her Alpha would be able to find her.
Three days, she thought, her anxiety growing. Only three days until the moon would be full. Thinking about shedding her human self stirred her anticipation, and even though it was only her imagination, it seemed she could already feel her body changing, her skin tightening, tingling.
Suddenly ravenous, she tiptoed into the bedroom for her clothes. She dressed in the living room, then picked up the key Gideon had given her last night before he fell asleep so she could go out for something to eat.
It had surprised her that he had a key, since she had never seen him use one.
“It came with the apartment,” he had explained. “I’ve just never needed it.”
He had also left her seventy dollars cash and his cell phone.
Gideon hadn’t wanted her to leave his lair, but she had insisted. She didn’t want to spend the day in the apartment; she had been cooped up enough. And she certainly didn’t want to wait until he woke to satisfy her hunger, which grew harder to ignore the closer she was to the change.