Page 70 of Night's Fall

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I hit the door saying, “We’lldo what we?—”

I looked toward the entry and sawSirkstanding inside, looking fabulous in a brown suit, light-blue shirt and burgundy tie.

And standing with him, holdingNovato his chest, giving her a neck rub, was my mate.

Therefore,Ishrieked, “Aleksei!” hobble-ran like an idiot across my loft, and he had to quickly dropNova, becauseIthrew myself in his arms.

He lifted me up his chest and tucked his face in my neck.

“You made it,”Iwhispered into his ear.

“Indeed,” he whispered against my skin.

I shivered.

He set me on my mismatched feet and pulled his face out of my neck, but as he did, he ran the edge of his teeth along it.

Oh…

My.

My nipples beaded and my head tipped back.

“I don’t wish to mess up your lip stain,” he explained the sultry scrape.

I couldn’t care less about my lip stain.

“Or devour you in front ofSirk,” he went on.

Okay, that would be awkward.

I smiled at him, pressed my hands into his chest and then frowned at said chest.

“You haveNovafluff all over you.”

And he did, her fur marring the miraculousness of his royal-blue three-piece suit, which he’d coupled with a crisp white shirt, a navy blue-and-white diagonally striped tie and matching pocket square.

He looked confident, stylish and good enough to eat (even with the fluff).

“Not the end of the world, especially when my female’s a celebrated costume designer.Isuspect you can help me with that.”

He suspected correctly.

I beamed at him, got up on tiptoe, kissed the underside of his jaw and turned toSirk.

I shambled to him, gave and received a big hug.

“Hello!Hello!”IheardCat’svoice. “I’mdelighted the prince has arrived, butIneed champagne!”

I lifted thePalmI’dforgottenIheld asSirkasked, “What’sthis?”

I gave her my face even ifIwas answeringSirk. “Cat, my friend and the director of the gallery we’re going to tonight, is having a champagne supply problem.”

With no warning, he plucked thePalmout of my hand and peered at the display.

“You need champagne?” he asked.

“Oh my gods, you’re fucking gorgeous,”IheardCatbreathe.