Page 140 of Crimson Oath
Tatyana’s throat burned. “Oleg.”
He smiled at someone across the meadow and raised a hand. “There will be more immortals showing up tonight. A few trusted dignitaries and friends who were invited to witness the ceremony. There will be a formal ceremony of greeting in a few?—”
“I want to bite you again.”
Oleg didn’t speak for many minutes.
Tatyana felt the admission soft and lush in her mouth. “I want to bite you again.”
“I heard you.” His voice was a low growl.
“You have meetings tonight?”
They reached a stand of trees that cast a heavy shadow between two wagons, and before she could blink, Oleg had her in the shadows, pressing her body to his and claiming her mouth with his own.
Tatyana’s blood leaped in her veins. She gripped the back of his neck and felt every molecule of her body reach for him. She wanted his fangs in her neck. She wanted to taste his blood on her tongue and feel his cock between her legs; she wanted to lose herself in the fire that was Oleg Sokolov.
He ripped his mouth from hers. “I will meet you before dawn.”
“I’ll be waiting.” She needed him desperately, but if they were gone another moment, the others would notice.
He ran a shaking hand over her head to smooth her hair, then angled his shoulders toward the meadow again.
In seconds, they were walking as if nothing had happened.
Tatyana kept her hands behind her back again. This time they were trembling, and she gripped them hard to stop. “What do you want me to do?”
“Be safe, be smart, and be quiet,” Oleg said. “I’m meeting formally with the terrin in an hour, then with Radu privately to tell him about Vano.”
“There is tension among the humans. I noticed it when I was talking with Rumi earlier.”
“I feel it.”
A few minutes later, they had made a full circle and were back at her trailer.
Oleg nodded. “Miss Vorona.”
She let her voice drop to a breathy whisper. “Lord Oleg.”
The corner of his mouth turned up. “Save that for later. Right now give me a bit of your sharp tongue to bring down the mountain between my legs.”
“That cape makes you look like you’re going to a wizard convention.” She loved the cape, but if he asked for insults, he would get them. “Shall I find a stick in the forest so you can pretend to have a wand?”
He crossed his arms over his chest. “I’m quite certain I have all the wood I need. That’s not working, and I can’t go to the terrin’s tent with a cock hard as a tentpole.”
“You like it when I’m rude to you.” She sighed. “Fine. When Satoshi Nakamoto published his white paper in 2008 and the concept of cryptocurrency was first introduced to the world?—”
“What are you talking about?” Oleg scowled.
“I was going to explain the history of Bitcoin to you.”
“There.” He nodded. “Well done. That completely killed my arousal.”
“It always does.”
She was standingnear the cooking wagons, sipping wine and trying to kill empty hours until Oleg was finished with his meetings, when she heard someone whisper her name.
“Tatyana.”
