Page 104 of Resurrection
Striking like a snake, I sink my fangs in her throat, gulping down the precious blood like a male possessed, my growls and groans matching her moans. A tingle starts at my tailbone, my balls tightening hard, and that’s when she twists in my hold andbites my shoulder. She erupts all over my cock, pulling me along with her, and stars burst behind my closed eyes. My hips jerk harder, faster, pounding her into the tiled wall, and April gives as good as she gets. I pulse inside her for a long time, her hot, tight channel milking me until she takes the last drop, and we both sag on a sigh.
Leaning my head on her shoulder, I pepper her skin with soft, lazy kisses and hold her close. She runs her fingers through my wet hair, scraping her nails over my skull, but her body is still twitching and shuddering in my arms. And then she snorts before a feminine giggle washes away the weight I had on my soul. Pulling my head back, I look at her face and she grins at me.
“I think you just fucked me stupid.” April snickers and my lips twitch. “I’m going to tell you I don’t trust you three times a day from now on.”
Despite myself, I chuckle at her lighthearted banter.
“You, woman, are crazy,” I tell her.
Sobering up, she stiffens. “I know. Isn’t it wonderful?” Blinking innocently at me, she waits for my reaction.
Now, I laugh.
The woman will indeed be the death of me.
Oh, but what a way to go.
Chapter Ninety-One
APRIL
“Where do you think Eshe wandered off since she didn’t come to get you for help?”
Standing in front of the mirror, I watch Sebastian standing behind me stark naked while wringing out excess water from my hair with a thick towel. We just did all sorts of things, yet my face warms at the cheeks seeing his sculpted body on display. I’m not complaining, it’s just very hard to concentrate on what I’m trying to say. He catches my eye in the mirror and smirks.
Jerk.
“I did not see her pass us when we came in through the tunnel.” His hand wraps around my hair, and he tugs my head back to give me a scorching kiss. “Why do you ask, Tesoro? Do you not trust her?”
I’m breathless when he pulls back clutching the other towel I wrapped around me at my chest. Sebastian pretends he is helping me, but when I clear my throat to be able to speak, I see his irresistible lips twitch.
“Something is off with her.” When his knuckles graze between my shoulders down my spine, my skin pebbles and Ishiver. “Would you go get dressed,” I snap at him, sliding out of his reach.
“You did not complain about my state of undress a minute ago.” He acts like I’ve insulted him, but his eyes glitter with arrogance and humor.
The worst thing about panty-melting men is the fact that they know it. And just like the one standing proudly in front of me, his cock already hard again and jutting out between his powerful thighs to point at me, they use it as a weapon against stupid women like me. My mouth dries out when I see a forgotten droplet of water make its way down the column of his strong neck over his clavicle until it glides over his pectoral like a lover, refusing to stop touching his skin.
“I can’t think when you are naked,” I admit the truth, glaring at him.
The tendons on his throat tighten, and he bites his lower lip, trying not to laugh at me. The top of his fang poking out from his upper lip just adds to my misery, and I groan while rubbing a hand over my face.
“Sebastian.” Saying his name in warning, I huff out a frustrated breath. “Be serious. I want to go check on Andrei, and we need to go scout the theater. They probably know by now that we found Andrei. They are desperate to keep their advantage, so if we don’t go to them, they will come and strike here. Again.”
Snatching the towel I am holding to my chest, he tugs me to him and kisses the logic out of me. I have no idea what I was saying, and why did I stop kissing him in the first place? But he pulls away too soon, leaving me dazed and gasping for breath with a cocky smirk on his stupidly handsome face.
“You are right, Tesoro.”
I watch with my mouth hanging open when he turns and strides back in the room, his glutes tightening with each step hetakes. Instead of fighting mages, I actually really, truly want to sink my teeth in the round flesh of his ass.
“Later you can bite all you want.” He throws over his shoulder with a wink, and I realize too late I said that last part out loud.
Not even immortality, nor an ancient soul taking residence inside me can cure awkward, it seems.
“As far as Eshe goes,” Sebastian calls out from somewhere in the bedroom so I shuffle my way to join him there. “She has freedom now that she did not have with the Council watching every step and waiting for an excuse to kill whoever it is. I hated living like that, so I can only imagine how life treated her being stuck with the lot of them.”
“She didn’t look to put out,” I mutter under my breath; still, something about the whole disappearing act insistently nagging at me.
“You have to remember, tesoro, that although you have your memories back, Eshe has been a vampire longer than both of us have been alive combined. Your soul is ancient, but you are still so young. After living for a lifetime or two, you forget how a lot of things used to feel. The values and morals blur when you are in the middle of the snake pit. We are predators, not a litter of puppies waiting to be trained with tricks.”
