Page 99 of Bitten & Burned
Anton leaned down to kiss me once more. “I know you do… take care that he doesn’t bite you until I’m here to supervise.”
“I don’t think he will. Not anymore—even if I beg him,” I said softly.
Anton sucked his teeth. “I don’t know, darling, you’re very difficult to say no to.”
“And yet, you still do,” I countered.
“I didn’t say no. I said not now. An hour. No longer. Feel free to go back to being a nudist if I am a second late.”
“Fine,” I said. “Be careful.”
He smiled softly. “I will. I’ll come back to you, Rowena.”
He went to the suite door, pausing there. “Quil will likely be here soon. I’ll tell him to give you a few minutes to get dressed.”
“Okay,” I said. “Now go, so you can come back.”
He lingered a few seconds longer, admiring me as I lay tangled in his silk sheets before he left, disappearing into the night.
I allowed myself a few more seconds of luxuriating in the feather bed after Anton left before groaning and trying to run my fingers through my hair.
It did not go well.
With a dramatic sigh, I stood and went to the bathroom. Being with vampires meant mirrors were hit-or-miss—most of them didn’t bother—but Anton, thankfully, kept one over the sink.
I groaned again when I saw the rats’ nest my hair had become after the night I spent with him. On the positive side, the rest of me looked… pleasantly debauched.
I had his bite on my neck, soft bruises on my breasts where he’d sucked at my skin. I didn’t even want to check my thighs. I smiled at my reflection—at the slightly dazed, thoroughly ruined woman blinking back.
Gods, Anton was good for me. I could only hope I was half as good for him.
I dressed. Barely. I pulled on one of Anton’s dress shirts and buttoned it over a fresh pair of slip shorts from my valise. After washing my face, I spent longer than I wanted brushing out the tangles in my hair. Eventually, I gave up and braided it over one shoulder.
When I stepped back and took in the full picture, I looked exactly how I felt: thoroughly fucked and blissfully so.
Which was good. Because I had been.
Creaking echoed from the deck above.
Must be Quil.
“I’m down here, I’ll be with you in a minute!” I called out, loud enough to carry.
No answer.
I frowned. Maybe he didn’t hear me.
More footsteps overhead. At least two—no, three sets. Odd. Anton said that the crew wasn’t supposed to be back until morning.
Still, I sighed and shrugged. This was as much effort as Iwas willing to spend on presentability. I left the bathroom, scooped the comforter off the floor, and tossed it onto the bed. If Quil came in, he probably didn’t need to see the full destruction of the suite Anton and I had left in our wake.
Footsteps on the stairs.
“I’m in the master suite!” I called again, back to the door as I bent to grab more pillows.
I felt it before I heard it. A shift in the air. My skin prickled. I felt icy cold. Something was wrong.
That wasn’t Quil.
