shoulders back, his dark hair pulled back in a severe tail at the back of his neck showing off that widow’s peak on his forehead.
“How did you bump into her?” Tyrian asked coolly. It might have been just her horny imagination, but she really hoped that was masculine curiosity if not jealousy that made him ask.
Henry glared at her and she knew what his problem was. He was debating on protecting her because he found her snooping in Tyrian’s office last night. Like she cared about something like that right now!
She seemed to have extra saliva in her mouth so she swallowed then said, “It’s okay. Tell him.” Her breath caught suddenly and her back arched off the chair, pushing her heavy breasts towards the men. Anyone, take me! Or so her body was saying. Squeeze my breasts, please! She clamped her mouth shut and settled her own hands on her breasts. She always was a do-it-yourself kind of woman.
A soft sigh. Sweet, blissful relief.
“Stop that.” Her eyes popped open, met Tyrian’s cold gaze with her own hot one. She could melt him. She just knew it. If not, then it’d be one interesting adventure to try.
“I’ll stop if you come touch me.” She wouldn’t have thought it possible but his spine stiffened even straighter. His brow furrowed the slightest bit and then he turned completely away from her.
“Has she talked to any of you about being her partner during her new moon?”
All of them shook their head. “I offered to be there for her,” the one named Draven said.
He came towards her and each long step was like a finger circling her clit. “Would you like to use me, Chloe?” he asked gently, eyes concerned. He looked not like that grinning man she’d talked to the day before but like a man who’d do this out of duty. She’d pegged him for a kiss and tell type guy but maybe she was wrong. Or he was a good liar.
“No. I want him,” she said and pointed to Tyrian. Someone cleared his throat and another rubbed a hand across the back of his neck. Chloe glared. Or tried her best to. She had a feeling the look was coming off more as a low-lidded bedroom gaze.
As she reveled in the weight of her breasts in her hands, she watched as Tyrian said something too softly for her to hear. Then the men started pouring out of the study.
“Wait.”
But they didn’t. Her icy commander left with Henry and some other man she recognized from the hostel in London, but Draven stayed behind. He didn’t look too happy either. A frown marred his mouth as he looked from her to the door. As if resigning himself to something, he strolled towards her and dropped to both knees before her.
“I would be honored to care for you, Chloe.”
She shook her head hard. His scent invaded her nose. Sweat, salt, man. Good, her body answered to the smell. Chloe pushed her need back down so she could think, could breathe, could talk. Her mind was spinning so she slowed it down just enough for her to form a coherent thought. This warrior smelled good. There was no doubt about it. His hair was the color of golden wheat, his body prime for pleasing, but none of that interested her. She wanted the scent of ice, the man with words that made her shiver from the inside out.
“I don’t want you.” He looked as if he’d be insulted for a moment, but then a grin broke out across his face.
“You like the Commander, don’t you?” She nodded at the same time she pinched her
hard nipples between two fingers. Ecstasy, pure ecstasy rolled through her, taking her higher and higher with that one little touch. How would her body respond when, if, he touched her?
She heard him sigh and then footsteps retreated. The door opened and closed. Where did he go? Was he getting the commander for her? A spark of pride filled her. If she had sex with Tyrian en Kulev, leader of the Atal Warriors, she would have bragging rights forever. Who could top that? No one.
What was taking so long? The urge to delve her fingers between her legs and touch
herself was growing harder and harder to ignore. Her leg muscles tensed and before she knew it, she was sliding listlessly to the floor, sprawling out on the thread-barren rug under her. Rolling her chest into the rug, she grumbled in pleasure as her breasts rubbed against the abrasive material. Her skin was burning up with heat and each touch both fueled the fire and eased it at the same time.
The sound of a door closing had her rolling on to her back. Footsteps, heavy, booted steps and then they came into sight. She craned her neck up.
“Hola,” she said to the vampire commander.
The fact that he didn’t laugh shouldn’t surprise her. He looked at her, his face almost drawn into anger, but not quite. Then his gaze left her face to trail over her neck, where she knew he found the rapid pulse there. Even more slowly his eyes moved down to her chest where her breasts arched towards him with hardened peaks. Like a feather dropping in the wind, his gaze moved down her stomach to her bare legs and feet, lingering, before moving to the center of her legs.
“Draven told me you refused him and would only take me.” Nodding furiously, she
grabbed the bottom of her t-shirt and flung it off her body. Sweet merciful pleasure. Bare skin, free and open. She heard a strange noise and peeled open her eyes to see the vampire commander standing no longer with his arms clenched behind his back, but at his sides in loose fists.
Tugging her lip between her teeth, she arched her hips towards him. “Please.”
“Choose someone else now. A name, any name, and I will get him to service you well.”
It was probably only her lust-induced mind but she swore his words no longer sounded cold but husky and hot. She met his ice blue eyes head on—a challenge.
“You, Tyrian. I want you.”
Silence. Then, “Why?” was his harsh response.
Her eyes glittered with feminine appreciation across his lips, his scar, his strong body.
“You have much that I find desirable.”
“Ridiculous talk fueled by your silly hormones.” That one line was the most passionate she’d ever heard him, and it melted her. Gulp. There you can do it, Chloe. Convince him or else he’ll leave and you’ll never get him again, she knew her gut wasn’t wrong on this. She had this moment to convince him or she’d lose him forever. She didn’t flinch from his hard, cold gaze.
She met him head on and lifted her chin that stubborn inch.
“I know who you are and what you are. My attraction to you isn’t ridiculous or stupid.
You’re gorgeous, sexy. Not in a Hollywood actor kind of way but in a tough-as-nails, man-of-the-world way. Your appeal goes so much further than that, too. Sorry I know that sounds cheesy but give me a break. I’m in a lot of,” she wheezed out a breath like she was doing Lamaze,
“sexual pain here. You would protect me from anything. I can feel that from you, maybe that’s even why Papa sent me here because he knew that about you, too.”
He opened his mouth to say something but she held up a hand then quickly settled it onto her stomach rubbing up and down, closer and closer to her core. He didn’t watch her, which was good, because it made her feel like she had some privacy.
“There are some men who make a woman wonder how good he is in bed. Some men are
so sexy they make a woman wild. And then there are men who are so wrapped up in their work they can’t see what’s good for them. You are all of the above, Tyrian. How you don’t have a woman clinging to you amazes me.” Later she might wish she hadn’t said something so soul-bearingly honest. But at that moment she couldn’t think straight enough to lie. So she’d gone with the raw truth.
Something flashed in his eyes and he looked away from her, out the window. She would give anything to know what he was thinking in that moment. Her breath hitched and she held it tight as one arm moved, his hand lifted and touched the outline of his ragged scar across his cheek. His finger traced the curves of it perfectly as if the pattern had long since been memorized. His hand slowly dropped back down to his side, the fingers of his hand curling into a fist.