Immortal Unchained(20)

Curious, he glanced back to her face and saw that while he'd been ogling her, her own eyes had been busy traveling down his body. They were now focused on the chains across his groin.

"Are you wearing anything under that chain skirt of yours?" she asked suddenly, her voice slightly husky. Apparently not pleased by that, she scowled and lifted her gaze back to his face. "Are you?"

Domitian merely peered at her over the bag in his mouth. It was hard to speak with a mouthful of bag.

Seeming to realize that, she said, "Blink once for yes and twice for no."




 

 

Unsure of the answer, he stared back unblinking.

"I'll take that as an I don't know," she announced dryly and ripped the now-empty bag away.

"What's your name?" Domitian managed to get out just before she slapped another full one to his teeth.

She arched her eyebrows at him. "You should know. You're the one who's had a private detective following me around for fifteen years."

Domitian stilled at this irritated announcement, his eyes examining her face. Sarita? No it couldn't be, he thought. But now that he was looking at her face and not her breasts, or the rest of her body in that seductive nightgown she was wearing, there was something . . .

As she'd said, the private detective he'd hired had been sending him monthly reports for fifteen years. The reports had told him what she was doing and with whom. He'd read about her doing well in school, her taking martial arts, her part-time jobs as a teenager, and the large group of friends she'd had. He'd been proud as could be when she finished high school and went on to university to get a bachelor's degree in criminology. He'd always planned to wait until she'd grown up and worked at her chosen career for two years before going to claim her. So, when she'd graduated, he'd started to plan his trip to Canada, where he'd intended to arrange to "bump into her" and then woo her as she deserved. But then Sarita had applied to and been accepted into the police college. At the time he'd been disappointed at the delay in his being able to claim her. But he'd stuck to his guns and waited.

She was well worth the wait, Domitian decided as his gaze slid over her again.

While the reports he'd received had been pretty thorough, even at first mentioning the boys she had dated, the one thing they had not included was pictures of Sarita. That had been by Domitian's choice. He had wanted her to experience a little life before he claimed her, and it had been easier for him to resist doing that so long as he thought of her as the child she'd been when he'd first seen her in his restaurant. Domitian had feared he might not be able to resist going to her sooner if he got pictures of her at eighteen, nineteen, or twenty. So in his mind she'd remained the skinny, flat-chested child he'd first met, and while he'd often imagined what she might look like now, none of his imaginings had equaled the seductive and lush woman bending over him, feeding him blood. Damn, she'd grown up fine.

So, not two life mates, Domitian realized, and wasn't at all disappointed. Fantasies aside, it would be difficult to please two immortal life mates in bed when you passed out after pleasuring the first. Besides, he could only turn one and would have had to choose between them if there were two. 

Now he didn't have to, Domitian thought, his eyes drifting back to her breasts. God he couldn't wait to get his hands on them. He would feast on them, lick the blood away, and suck those perfect little pebbles between his lips, lash them with his tongue, and nip at the buds as he thrust into her and-

The clank of chains drew his attention from her breasts and Domitian peered down to see that he'd definitely been affected by his thoughts. He'd managed to work himself up to the point that he now had an erection pressing against the chains across his groin. He hadn't thought there was a lot of give in the chains, but judging by the bulge now noticeable between his legs he supposed there must be.

Apparently he wasn't the only one to notice his present state. Sarita said dryly, "If you have enough blood to spare it for erections, you've definitely had enough."

Domitian shifted his gaze back to her, his eyes getting caught on her jiggling breasts as she tossed the empty bag aside.

Sarita turned back, scowling when she saw where he was looking and snapped, "Hey! Eyes up here, buddy!"

He jerked his eyes up to meet hers, and she scowled and shook her head. "Look, we have to get something straight here. Dressler said we're life mates or some such thing and mentioned a bunch of twaddle about great sex and yada yada, but I'm not interested. Got it? There will be no kissy kissy, gropey gropey . . . or sex. Entender? No sexo!"

Domitian bit his lip to hold back the laugh that wanted to escape him. He suspected she wouldn't see what was so amusing here, but really, he'd imagined their first meeting repeatedly over the last fifteen years. But not once in any of them had she been a feisty little bit of goods in a sexy-as-hell see-through gown telling him "no sexo!"