Sameya glanced at the dead mortal. He could say that again. Following the long line of his legs, she noticed the bulge in his leathers. How could she not notice with the size wedged within those restrictive pants? Ripped abs weren’t hidden all that much beneath the fitted cotton either. Broad shoulders made her feel more petite than she was. They didn’t grow men like him and Gabriel in Atlantis.
If I allowed it, he could overpower me easily. Feeling as if dragons swirled in her belly, she wondered why that thought tingled her skin with anticipation rather than unease.
The way he watched her with his gunmetal eyes…with such heat it unnerved her.
“What’s with your Goth look?”
Huh? She didn’t understand the term. “I don’t comprehend.”
“Don’t do the internet much?”
“No.” What a colossal waste of time.
“The red streaks in your hair.” He indicated by capturing a lock and holding it out. “The black eyeliner, long lashes, and the very red, kissable lips.” The pad of his thumb dragged across her bottom lip.
Her skin tingled, felt too tight to contain her soul. Around him she couldn’t think straight. She shook herself out of the weird haze he induced. She thought she understood his meaning. “I require no adornment.”
“Hmm….” He rubbed his chin with his fingers.
“What’s your name?”
He ignored her. “I would’ve thought this look lured the wrong crowd.”
“My appearance is not my choice.” What was his problem with her looks anyway? No one else had ever expressed a problem.
“Don’t get me wrong, you’re hot as sin.”
“I eat syn.”
“Pardon?” He adjusted his top hat to a more secure angle.
“Syn. Mortals like your rapist.” Sameya indicated his human victim.
“Ah….” Why did that breath of understanding electrify her skin? And what about her statement pleased him so much? “An honest reaper.”
“I’ve never met a dishonest one.”
“How many do you know?”
“I’d wager more than you.”
He chuckled, and her body reacted with a quiver down her spine to center between her thighs. Again!
Empress’ delights, she disliked the jumbled way he made her feel. Confused one moment and aroused the next. “What is your name?”
“Call me mate.”
Her breathing died, then escalated. She forced a lame-ass sounding laugh past her lips. “Don’t get cocky. I’m not into leeches.”
“Don’t disqualify me from the running.” He sidled closer, aligning his body against hers once more, but maintaining space with his palms on the mausoleum on either side of her head. “Not when Gabriel and I haven’t had the gratification of making you come…yet.”
She gasped, her eyes rounding at his foregone conclusion. “Better men than you have tried.”
“None of them were your mates.”
“Wait! Mates? As in plural?” She flattened her hands against his chest to push him away, but forgot to add pressure. The hard contours of his body fascinated her more than was practical. “That’s…insane.” But gods the idea fascinated her. “Sirens don’t partner outside our race and we certainly don’t have more than one partner.”
Sameya didn’t realize she spoke the thought aloud until the vampyr thrust both his hands into her hair. After he had her anchored into position, he shifted closer, widening his stride to fit her pelvis between his legs. His hard-on nestled against her abdomen as he tilted her head back by her hair.
“No more insane than a vampyr mating a shifter.” His mouth landed on hers. He nibbled on her bottom lip, licked the corners and crease. Distracted by the exhilarating sensations, she was unprepared to counteract his move when he placed the pad of his thumb against her chin and tugged, parting her lips for his tongue to thrust inside.
Sameya squealed her surprise at the wet contact of his abrasive tongue. His fangs grazed her bottom flesh, and her eyelids snapped upward. He watched her, eyes glowing green. He pulled her tighter against his hard frame as his hand moved down her neck, over a breast, and across her belly to land on the front of her thigh. The fingers in her hair shifted, twisting her head to an angle that deepened the kiss.
I should stop him now before it get out of—
The forays into her mouth, thrust inside, withdraw, and repeating the movement, were subtle hints of sex. He fucked her mouth with a skill she’d never known possible. She grew so hot every pore in her body should’ve melted, or at the very least ignited.
Sameya squirmed against him. Needing more of something she couldn’t name. With his tongue in her mouth, thinking straight became impossible.