Page 6 of The Vampire's Lament
Ugh.
And ‘killed me’ was, well, a funny thing to say. Yeah, I think I’d died, but only for a moment. I’d come back from some screaming darkness to fight another day. Twice now, the first time possibly being when I’d come to on the frozen Albion River.
There were no answers forthcoming forthatweird slice of the drama pie.
Pfft. Why would there be?
“I suppose we must be patient for the next stage,” he added.
“Guess so.”
Man, he looked so vulnerable, which only added to his appeal. The big bad king displaying a shed-load of warmth, the icy monster nowhere in sight.
The longer I stared at him, the more painful the ache between my legs became. I pressed my thighs together, willing it to deflate, puffing on my cig.
But it wouldn’t soften. It needed release, to follow up the kiss with something harder.
“Paris?” Fuck. Why did he make my name sound so delicious?
My brain swam in a confusing soup, my skin hot, my desire about to break free.
We were supposed to be discussing our problems, not sliding into any of this. Sure, I’d initiated the kiss, but I sure as hell wouldn’t pull the trigger on anything else.
Right?
He might not be the true bad guy, but there was still a lot to unpack. I couldn’t simply let go of my baggage with the snap of a finger. I mean, my blood consisted of mer, werewolf,human, and mage, along with my natural elf blood. That’s how executioners were made, we were given those bloods to match the strength and speed of vampires. I was literally the sum of my parts, built to kill his kind. So where did that leave me?
Evolving,my mind responded.
Damn. I’d been so lost when the Global Order made a deal with the vampires to screw my kind over, only to find myself lost again.
Lost with lust for the vampire king.
Lost without a purpose.
I got to my feet, my dick creating a tentpole in my jeans.
“Shit,” I grumbled, cig hanging from my mouth. I turned away, trying to adjust myself. Embarrassed beyond belief.
“Paris?”
Stop with the sexy voice, please. “Just a minute.”
I sensed his movement, the hairs on the back of my neck bristling. Shit. He was right there, so close behind me.
“Paris…” A breathy, rich tone came at me, enough to melt the boxers from my body.
Don’t turn around.
Don’t turn around.
Don’t—
I turned around, gasping at his proximity.
His eyes tracked down my body, lingering on my boner.
“I… I…” I couldn’t speak.
