Page 85 of Bound By Blood
He had to get awayfrom her, and the sooner, the better… for both of them.
“No,” he said.When Caro returned to the sink, he gathered the towels beforerising. “What should I do with these?”
“Throw themaway.”
Saber tossed themin the trash and started toward the door before stopping. Hershoulders hunched up as she washed a pot in the sink. Wordsgathered on the tip of his tongue but froze there.
He had so much tosay, yet nothing came out. He should get as far from her aspossible, but his feet didn’t move.
“When are yougoing to call your friends to have them bring the other stones tome?” she asked. “If a lot of them come, I’m not sure where they’llstay once they’re here.”
“Don’t worry aboutthat,” he told her. “I’ll have them deliver the stones andleave.”
He didn’t want theAlliance here with her. None of them would harm her, he was sure ofit, but he still didn’t like the idea of a bunch of vampires andhunters around her, and especially not any single ones.
Seconds ago, hewas determined to get as far from her as possible. Now he cravedmore alone time with her, and having the Alliance here wouldn’tallow that.
Being alone withher was dangerous for them both, but he didn’t care. He was aselfish asshole, had been for centuries, and would continue to beso until the day he died. He had no intention of ever changing.
Normally, he hadno problem hurting others, but a pang of regret tugged at him. Ithad been centuries since he experienced the emotion, so it tooksome time for him to recognize what it was.
Still, that regretwouldn’t deter him from what he wanted. He would ensure she stayedsafe, but soon, he would have her. That wouldn’t be as easy with abunch of Alliance members tromping around here.
“Okay,” Caromuttered.
She couldn’tdecide if she was relieved or frightened by that prospect. She wasglad she didn’t have to play hostess to a bunch of vampires andhunters, but having more alone time with Saber was not good.
She turned off thewater, put the pot in the dishwasher, and turned to him as shedried her hands on a dishtowel. “I should go. It’s late.”
Saber almost toldher to stay, but he couldn’t stop her. He would fuck her, but he’dsustained too much blood loss and was too volatile for it to happennow. He had to release some pent-up energy and hunt before he couldbe around her again.
Motionless, hewatched as she walked out the back door.
CHAPTER 67
Unable to sleepand feeling suffocated by its presence on her overly sensitizedskin, Caro kicked off her sheet as she tossed and turned in bed.The breeze from the open windows had a bite, but she wassuffocating beneath the sheets.
Her skin felt tootight, she couldn’t get comfortable no matter how much she tried,and she ached to tear her thin T-shirt from her body. Trying tosleep had proved impossible as her thoughts returned to Sabereverytimeher eyes closed.
She’d believed thehorror of what happened in that storm drain would haunt hertonight. Instead, it was the feel of Saber’s skin beneath hers, hisscent, and the brutal strength he exhibited while taking down thoseSavages and the demon.
She didn’t picturethe Savages dragging her into the dark storm drain or the demon’sspeed. The noises those creatures made didn’t haunt her, but theflex of Saber’s muscles and the way he flowed as he destroyed oneenemy after another did.
And his skin.Shit,hisskin.
It was so hotbeneath her touch that it seemed to have branded itself onto herfingertips. It was also smooth and softer than she would haveexpected from a man so unyielding in life.
And it had temptedher to explore more of it, something she thankfully managed to keepfrom doing. If she’d lingered longer with him, she would haveleaned closer and kissed his solid chest.
Unable to take anymore of her tormented imaginings, and barely able to breathe, Caroscrambled from bed. Feeling like a trapped rat, she fled across theroom to one of the open windows across the way.
Earlier, she’dused her vibrator and fingers to find some release from this awful,clawing, sexual frustration, but neither did her any good. Oh,she’d gotten off, just like she always did, but instead of feelingrelaxed and happy afterward, she was more irritated andunfulfilled.
What she cravedcouldn’t be satisfied with a toy. Only one man could ease it, whichwould be such a horrible idea, but wondrous at the same time.
At least he wouldfinally ease this awful, clawing,suffocatingsensationcrushing her chest and setting her skin on fire. She felt like animposter in her own flesh. It was as if it wasn’t her own, orsomething waswrongwith it.
Scratching at herarms did nothing to ease the tension building inside her, but shecouldn’t stop clawing at herself like a cat trying to rid itself offleas. Unable to take the feel of her shirt anymore, she tore itoff and threw it aside.
