Page 96 of A Fate of Ice and Lies
His eyes darkened. “Anything in particular you’re going to feed me?”
I winked. “Only one way to find out.”
I made us both a single plate with two burgers while he grabbed two glasses of wine, which he insisted on calling spirits.
When I angled my head toward the woods, away from everyone, he followed without question. The snow was deeper out there, but it melted or disappeared before me until it was easier for me to hike. Rather than feel the cold I should have with snow falling and building without end, I was comfortable. Not exactly warm but not cold either.
Kind of how my yard felt. How the walk from my home to the store felt. How everyone gathered for Elias’s barbecue felt.I thought it had been the several firepits in his yard, but I was not once tempted to sit by one.
“Your magic is extraordinary,” I told him.
“You’re extraordinary,” he countered.
“You only say that because you want to lick the chocolate off my breast,” I teased.
His fangs pulled down, and heat and desire rose, clawing its way through my system like a feral beast.
While we had walked a good distance from his home, I still heard the echoes of those who’d gathered.
When I stopped, Elias handed me one of the wineglasses. He cleared the snow, and with a wave of his hand, he pulled a blanket from thin air.
I chuckled. He seemed to have an endless supply of blankets.
With care, he took the plate and glass from me, and once he placed them on the blanket, he helped me sit. He kneeled in front of me, his hungry eyes on my breasts. Or not really my breasts since they were hidden beneath a hoodie and two long-sleeved shirts. Still, I angled my neck to the side and pulled my clothes down enough to reveal the chocolate. He licked his lips.
His finger traced over my chest, and with a feral growl, he bent down and pressed open-mouthed kisses across my chest. I arched for him, lacing my fingers through his hair to keep him there. His hand slid beneath the hems of my clothes, up my stomach to cup my breast, and I shivered when he pinched my nipple. Tugged and kneaded. That shaky moan—was it mine or his? Didn’t matter. He licked and nipped my skin while his hand explored.
“Elias,” I said, desperate for more.
He looked up at me, his beautiful violet eyes now anendless depth of black. I traced a finger over one of his fangs, and he shuddered. Moaned. Rubbed his hard cock against me.
“I think I got it all,” he said, his voice gruff.
“Huh, what?”
He smirked. “The chocolate.” He caressed his fingers down my stomach and smoothed my clothes back down. “Pretty sure I got it all.”
I laughed, a throaty sound I wasn’t sure I’d ever made before.
“You were very”—I swallowed—“thorough.”
His dimples popped out again. When he touched his lips to mine this time, it was a soft, slow caress that had me exhaling his name.
“Time to eat,” he ordered.
I imagined it—his head burrowed between my legs; me, his feast. I clenched my legs together and felt heat rise at the way he stared at my core.
His nostrils flared.
Oh my God, he knew.
He could smell me.
He picked up a cheeseburger and guided it to my mouth.
“First, you need nourishment,” he said. “Then I promise to devour you.”
I took the burger from him, and although my stomach twisted in hunger, I simply stared at it.
