Chapter 7 #2
She thought this wasn’t real. He was on the edge of losing his battle to bite her, probably fuck her, and she dared laugh at this?
He lowered his glamour to let the real beast inside peek through.
His vision burned, which meant his eyes had gone red.
He opened his mouth to expose his fangs as he leaned in over her. He slowly angled toward her neck.
At this point, most humans peed themselves or tried to run.
She didn’t cower.
With a heavy-lidded fascination that was the biggest turn of his life, she lifted a forefinger and touched one of his canines. The soft pressure shot sensation down his jaw, his neck, and set his balls throbbing. Who’s the scared one now?
“These are sharp but not razor sharp. I’m thinking they’d hurt going in. Wouldn’t you tear my neck with these? This is the part of vampire stories I never understood. Those teeth are huge. My neck isn’t that big. If you put both of those in my neck to drink my blood, you’d chew my neck off.”
“Who says I have to bite your neck? There are other areas …” He grinned a slow, suggestive grin.
“Really?” Her voice had turned husky with desire.
He yanked her beneath him and tore her shirt over her head. With a growl, he bit through whatever small lacy bits of cloth covered her breasts to suck one nipple into his mouth.
“Stop,” she wheezed out. “You win. It’s real.”
He rolled her nipple with his tongue. One small nip without piercing the skin…
“Please,” she begged. “Oh God, that’s good.”
He rocked away and stood. It took several seconds of focusing on a peaceful meditation to lower the haze in his head.
“Wait? You’re actually stopping?” She sat up, letting her heavy breasts spill in front of her. “I didn’t mean to push you away. I mean, you scared me with the biting thing, but we can keep going.” As her gaze dropped down his body her throat convulsed with a hard swallow.
He stalked over to his dresser, grabbing a shirt and a crystal on a chain. He threw the shirt at her. “Cover yourself.”
Once she was covered, he draped the crystal around her neck. “This is bloody fucking real. If we keep going, I’m going to do a hell of a lot more than drain your blood. When you wake up, the crystal will still be there to prove this is real.”
“You’re angry.”
“Yes.”
Wide-eyed, she stared at him but didn’t ask what made him angry, thank the gods. He wasn’t used to explaining anything to anyone, least of all a human who almost made him lose his bloody soul.
She fingered the crystal around her neck. “This is beautiful. Isn’t it one of your demon protection crystals that you don’t let anyone touch? I think you said that in episode two.”
What’s an episode? The random things she knew troubled him. Maybe she got short bursts of viewings into his life through the mirror, and that’s what she called them.
He detected a new presence in the keep, something dangerous. Someone unwelcome.
Everything inside him shifted into high alert.
He hadn’t sensed this presence in at least five or six years.
The reason this being was here probably had everything to do with the woman on his bed.
Distracted, he glanced between her and the door. “I have to deal with something that has arrived.”
“Right now?” She sat on the edge of the bed, her feet dangling a few inches off the floor.
He ignored her to don his leather armor and selected several knives to carry with him to meet his “guest.” As an afterthought, he draped a green plaid woolen tartan across his chest, one that’d remind his visitor of their shared origins and perhaps distract him.
She could choose to cross the divide and leave while he was gone, but he wasn’t done with her.
Wasn’t done interrogating her on the type of magic she used to travel or how she opened the doorways between realms. He ordered, “Stay here. Don’t return to your world yet.
Don’t step outside the room. Keep the windows locked.
Stay as quiet as possible while I handle this. ”
“I’m not a dog you can order around.” She stood and crossed her arms.
“Please. Stay put,” he gritted out.
She grabbed something off the bedside table and thrust it at him. “Wear it. I don’t want any witches having an advantage. Or mages.”
He put the hexenspiegel around his neck. “He’s neither. He’s far worse.”
She threw her arms around his waist and buried her head in his chest. “My imagination of far worse when it comes to your world is pretty bad.”
What the hell? Was she…was this human worried about him? He sucked in a shocked breath. “Get away from me. We established I’m tempted to chew your neck to pieces.”
She jumped away and put a hand up to shield her neck.
“Don’t try to leave. Don’t follow me. This threat can’t get through the door into this room. It’s warded to only grant entry to those I allow.”
“Who’s here?”
“Stay,” he ordered from the doorway.
“I’ll do whatever I…” She crossed her arms and squinty eyed him. “Fine. I’ll stay put, but you better not do anything stupid.”
“Stupid is a good word for today.” He could kill any being who crossed him, even his visitor. He slammed the door as he left.