Page 106 of Soul Sucker

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

She pushed away from him, stumbled against the side of a bed and sat on the edge. “Don’t get all macho and possessive on me.”

“Ms. Walsh, if you had any idea how hard I am trying to stop myself getting ‘all macho and possessive on you’ right now you’d shut the fuck up.”

She glared at him. “There’s no need to swear either.”

“I apologize.” She’d never believed anyone could speak between gritted teeth before, but she believed it now.

“Here’s the thing, Morosov. I was conducting an experiment.”

“To see how many males you could fuck in one night?”

“There were only three and I only kissed them.”

He gave a bark of laughter. “Only three.”

She kicked her sandals off and wiggled her tortured toes. “I wanted to see if it felt any different.”

“Different to what?”

“Kissing you, of course. It was suggested to me today that you are way more powerful than you let on, which I knew already, and that you might have used your magical powers to convince me that we were mated when we weren’t.”

“And why would I do that?”

He moved until he was directly in front of her. She could see his expression now and it wasn’t very reassuring. “To make sure I got through the case without going nuts and saved your ass.”

Magic surged around her and caught at her hair, making it stand on end. She fought a shiver as she remembered how all the big tough shapeshifters downstairs had backed down in Vadim’s presence.

“Do you really think that badly of me?”

She forced herself to look at him and found her gaze fixated on his immaculate white shirt. “Obviously not, which is why I, a) didn’t storm off in a huff or, b) confront you and instead, c) conducted my experiment at this party.”

“And what are the results of your experiment?”

“None of them tasted right.”

He leaned in and licked a salacious line along the seam of her lips. “And what about now?”

She inhaled his now familiar scent and lust pooled in her stomach. “Mmm…”

He kissed her again, feather-light touches over her mouth and jaw, her nose, her eyelids. “And now?”

“I think I need to taste you again.”

He claimed her mouth in such a way that all thoughts of the other males disappeared, replaced by the ferociousness of his need, his power and her desire for him. He kept kissing her and she slid a hand into his hair and drew him close until he was right where she needed him between her open thighs.

Before she could stop him, he fell to his knees and she felt his teeth nipping her inner thigh. Her panties disappeared and his mouth was on her most intimate parts, sucking her clit, his tongue delving between her folds to push inside her. When he added his fingers to the mix, she writhed against him. He didn’t stop, making her climax twice more before crawling up over her body and kissing her.

He snapped his fingers and she was naked, her hands mysteriously bound over her head with his tie. Candles appeared beside the bed, illuminating her flesh.

“That’s not fair,” she gasped.

He straddled her and ripped off his jacket. “Do you think I care?”

She stared up at him as he yanked off his tie and slowly unbuttoned his shirt. “Make your clothes disappear too. I want to see you.”

His smile was lethal. “You can damn well wait.”

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