Chapter 17
The look in her eyes tells me she’s starting to feel our mate bond
She doesn’t know what it’s called or what it means exactly. But my words, which are not frightening but instead calming and settling her, are the first step to her realizing and accepting that things are different between us, what she’s used to, and what our future will look like.
I softly say, “Let’s finish up here and then fix you something to eat.”
It’s almost noon and my woman hasn’t eaten yet. I need to do better. Maybe I should consider getting her a personal chef when I’m not here?
Silently, contentedly, we work together to unpack the rest of the items, moving around the kitchen like we’ve done this for years. It feels very domesticated. Since when do I do fucking domesticated?
Once everything is packed away, she turns and looks at me, and it’s clear her walls are back up. “I’m making bacon, avocado, and feta sandwiches. Do you want one?”
That’s something we vampires don’t indulge in anymore: mortal food. Yes, I can force myself to consume it when surrounded by humans, like in a restaurant. But I no longer need food to sustain me…
I forced down the soup earlier, not just because I didn’t want her to get suspicious but also because I didn’t want to offend her after she made it especially for me. Since when don’t I want to offend people? Not just people. Her.
“Sure,” I reply as 1 saunter to the barstool closest to the archway. It gives me the perfect view of the whole kitchen, but more importantly, everywhere she goes in the kitchen.
I pretend to be busy on my phone as she bustles around and collects ingredients and utensils. I have some emails that need my attention, and Griffin has sent various texts asking for further instructions on a few office matters that need my input.
But it can all wait.
Watching my mate drift around the kitchen, blissfully unaware that I’m physically unable to look away from her, is more important than even a hostile takeover of my company, or even mass extinction on Earth by way of meteorite.
“Can you stop looking at me like that?” she suddenly says, trying to sound annoyed but failing miserably, with her back still turned toward me. I’m glad to see she’s not as unaffected by me as she likes to pretend.
Innocently, I ask, “Like what?”
Glaring at me over her shoulder, she states, “Like you’re plotting something.”
“Who says I’m not?” I askin a seductive voice. I am wholly satisfied when I see it has the intended effect when a shiver runs down her spine and her hand tightly clenches around the knife she’s holding.
She doesn’t reply, and I smirk to myself.
After a few minutes of her still pretending I’m not in the room, she steps over to the stove on my left and prepares a skillet to grill the bacon strips in. When the bacon goes in the pan and the smell starts floating through the kitchen, I take my chance to get under her skin again.
Lightning quick, I’m behind her. My nose softly glides up her delectable neck, and as it stops just below her ear, I inhale deeply before suggestively saying, “Something smells divine.”
She startles at my touch, but when my words whisper over her eat, she lets out a faint groan that’s like an adrenaline shot to my dick.
“What?” she asks softly, but the way her voice hitches makes me believe she’s not looking for an actual answer. It’s her feeble attempt to distract herself, and maybe even me, from the tumultuous feelings my words and touch are awakening in her
Doing something I’ve been fantasizing about since I saw her earlier this morning. I place a chaste kiss in the hollow below her ear and then nonchalantly say, “The bacun, it smells divine.”
Whatever she says next is lost to me as I suddenly have an e ruined me. And she doesn’t even know I
epiphany. I’m ruined. That one simple, innocent enough
kiss has ruined me. She’s
Chapter 17
The flavor of her soft, silky skin beneath my lips was like tasting nectar from a lost paradise. It is sweeter and even more intoxicating than the coveted Elvish honey produced in log hives in the Kackar mountains in Turkey, near the Black Sea, which goes for $1,500 a jar.
to taste anything else ever again.
I’m instinctively leaning into her, needing to be closer to her, to touch her, to consume her like she does me. My hands grab onto hips to strengthen our connection, my fingers sinking into her flesh, as my hardening length presses against her lower back.
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