Page 112 of Dawn Caravan
“Not really. She wants to have sex with you—with both of us really—”
“Yeah. You said.”
“If she’d caught you searching her trailer, that would be the most obvious ploy to cover what you were actually doing.”
Dear Lord, she had an active imagination. “So you thought I was going to get caught and I was going to have sex with Kezia just to cover my tracks?”
“It’s possible.” She didn’t even look embarrassed.
“So you were sniffing me because…?”
Her voice was barely audible. “Because I do not want you having sex with Kezia.”
Oh, this was nice. “We’re not together. I can still smell René in this trailer.” He put his hands in his pockets and strolled toward her. “Do I need to sniff you?”
“Not necessary.”
“Maybe it is.” He leaned down, put his face in the crook of her neck, and inhaled deeply, trying not to groan.
Tenzin smelled like dust and sunset and cardamom tea. She smelled like sexual desire and a little bit of kerosene.
“Were you polishing swords today while I was sleeping?” he whispered.
“Yes.”
Ben opened his mouth and let his fangs slowly scrape against her skin. Her flesh prickled underneath his mouth. “Why don’t you want me to have sex with Kezia? We haven’t been together in over two years. Are you jealous?”
“I am… territorial.”
“Because you’ve taken my blood?”
“No, because you’ve taken mine.”
His mouth hovered over the silk skin where he’d bitten her two years before. He remembered the exact place. The exact taste. The instinct to sink his teeth into her neck and take her inside was overwhelming. He bathed in the scent of her skin, her blood, and her desire.
Ben let his breath wash over her, moving it down her body to touch every exposed inch. “I’m not the only vampire to ever take your blood.”
“No.”
“You had a mate once.”
Tenzin froze and her amnis retreated in a blink. She raised a hand and pushed Ben firmly away. The blank expression on her face unnerved him.
You are a shitty person.His conscience screamed at him, and he stepped away. Why had he said it? Why had he even brought it up?Because she’s not the jealous one; you are.
Yep. That was it.
Ben stood up straight. “Tenzin, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have brought him up.”
She was quiet for a long time, staring into space. She didn’t seem upset; more pensive. “Stephen and I…”
He wassucha dick. “It’s fine. It’s none of my business.”
She frowned. “Yes, it is.”
Ben didn’t know what to say.
“If you had a blood-bound mate in your past, I would consider it my business to know about that person,” Tenzin said. “To know why you were no longer bound.”
