Immortal Unchained(26)

Next time he'd take more care, Domitian vowed silently, and ran a hand gently over Sarita's hair. She'd been even more passionate and responsive than he'd expected when he'd sent those images out to her of what he wanted to do to her. Domitian had merely hoped they would excite her and soften her attitude toward him, so he'd been more than surprised by her reaction. Pleasantly surprised, but surprised. The woman was a powder keg of passion.

And she was his, Domitian thought with satisfaction. Finally, his patience had been rewarded and he was here with his life mate in his arms and all was right with the world.

Well, not all, he thought suddenly as he looked around the room.

Domitian hadn't been thinking very clearly since waking up chained to the table in the basement. He'd like to blame it on whatever drug had been used to keep him asleep, but he knew that wasn't the case. He'd been suffering a bad case of life mate – head; the inability to think past his desire to possess the woman presently lying unconscious on his chest. It had passed for now, but he knew it would be back, and probably at the most inopportune time. Which meant he had to think while he could, and now that he was doing that, several questions were coming to mind.

Where the hell were they?

And why were they there?

His gaze dropped to Sarita and Domitian had a vague recollection of her saying something about Dressler drugging and dropping her here too. Why? What was the man up to? Why had he kidnapped them and then put them together in this house? For that matter, why had he kidnapped all those other immortals? Were they each in other houses, wondering the same thing?

Domitian didn't know, but he was pretty sure that as pleasant as things were at that moment, whatever plans Dressler had for him and Sarita didn't include an ending he would like. They needed to get out of there.

And he needed blood, Domitian thought, becoming aware of the gnawing in his stomach.

Glancing down to Sarita, he gave her a gentle shake to wake her. When that had no effect, he eased her gently off him and to the side to lie on the cold tile, then got quickly to his feet and bent to scoop her up off the floor. She didn't even stir as he carried her into the bedroom and set her in the bed.

Domitian stared down at her for a minute, taking in her sweet face in repose. You'd never guess how prickly and stubborn she could be from how she looked now, he thought wryly. And then his gaze slid down to her body and his thoughts turned to her passion. Her breasts were still exposed above the neckline he'd tugged under them, showing that her nipples were no longer hard. And her legs had fallen open a bit when he'd set her down, leaving a perfect view of what he'd been so eager to taste.

Domitian licked his lips, suddenly hungry to taste her again. He almost did just that, almost crawled onto the bed with her to lick away the dried blood as he'd wanted to do earlier and then taste her essence. It was the licking away the dried blood that kept him from climbing into bed for round two. Domitian would have had no compunction about licking fresh blood from her body should she have freshly cut herself, but dried blood was something else. It was just nasty. Even thinking about doing that told him how much he needed to feed.




 

 

Sighing with regret, Domitian turned away and left the room to make his way to the office and downstairs. It wasn't until he reached the bottom of the stairs that he recalled the glass everywhere.

Domitian paused, briefly considering just walking through it again, but that and his head wound were the reason he needed blood again so soon. The nanos had forced the glass from his foot as he'd knelt to remove her splinters. They had also repaired the small cuts from the china as well as his head injury and now needed more blood. There was no sense adding to their need.

Turning on his heel, he returned upstairs to fetch a broom and dustpan from the kitchen.



Sarita stretched happily and rolled onto her back in bed. She felt great. Awesome. Incredible. She hadn't felt this good in a long time, if ever, and she owed it all to-

Her eyes blinked open and she stared blankly up at her own reflection. It told her that she was alone in the bed, but-Dear God, the ceiling is mirrored above the open bed frame! How tacky was that? And how had she not noticed that when she'd woken up here earlier?

Obviously, she hadn't looked up. Tilting her head, Sarita wondered what it would have been like to have watched her and Domitian having sex. Probably not that great, she decided. Watching herself writhe and moan while Domitian had done the things he'd done . . . well, frankly, it would have taken her right out of the moment.

Which would have been a shame, because she hadn't had her pipes cleaned like that in a heck of a long time, Sarita thought with a grin and then quickly groaned and closed her eyes.