Page 31 of Falling for Famine
“Okay, okay. Eating,” she mumbled and got to her feet.
Satisfied, I led her upstairs to where I had a huge room that served as a library and gaming den. Ares had decorated it, because I couldn’t be bothered, but it was one of my favorites. When we finally got to it, I heard Nomi gasp. She rushed past me and started to scan the wall of books.
Over the thousands of years I’d lived, knowledge had been my sanctuary. I kept a library in every place I stayed for any length of time. For hours I’d slip away to the growing wealth of information and keep myself informed, which led to an incalculable ability to navigate technological spaces in the mortal realm, all from within this room.
It'd never been a lonely space. I’d always preferred solitude, but seeing Nomi wandering around in it now, her eyes bright and eager, I realized that I’d been waiting for someone to share it with.
I trailed after her, staying close to her back. She was mumbling under her breath again, having already finished the rest of her food. She listened so well. Such a good little mortal who did as she was told. But she’d need a few more before I was truly satisfied.
“You really love these crazy hard topics no sane person would read for fun, don’t you? I don’t see much in the way of fiction.”
I leaned over her shoulder to see which ones had caught her attention, but she turned at the same moment, and our faceswere so close, her mouth opened on a gasp. It sent my eyes straight to it.
“Oh,” she breathed, her tongue peeking out to swipe her bottom lip.
I tracked every second of it. Then my gaze jerked back up to hers. Her pupils were blown wide and her pulse raced at the side of her neck. A subtle blush had already started to spread across her freckled cheeks. Her body gave her arousal away, and it made my impulses worse.
Staring at her soft lips, I leaned closer, waiting for any sign of refusal. And when it didn’t come, I slammed my mouth over hers and pinned her to the wall of books. I swallowed her gasp and moan and kissed her the way I’d been craving to do since our last kiss.
Now that I had her, I wouldn’t let her go.
Chapter Thirteen
Nomi
Ghost was tough to figure out. He was always trying to feed me. I thought at first it was because he wasn’t sure how humans did the whole eating thing, but after making it clear Icould, in fact, feed myself, he hadn’t stopped trying. I think if given the option, he’d hold my cup and help me take sips, too.
The disappointment that swept his face and body every time I denied him the chance to hand-feed me was like kicking a damn puppy. I couldn’t do it. I was wracked with guilt whenever I denied the gorgeous Horseman anything.
But this kiss…
This kiss I wanted more than air in my lungs.
My eagerness matched his, and I wrapped my arms around his neck, while my grasping fingers sunk into his silky white hair.
For a guy who skulked around invisible everywhere he went and barely put three words together, he kissed like he did it all day, every day. Every swipe of his lips and tongue was ferocious and hungry. It ignited every nerve inside me. He savaged my mouth, and it was so damn good. These soul-stealing kisses could put a spell on a girl and lead to horrible, life-altering choices. His kiss was a drug.
And then he groaned.
The sound of it struck me like a thousand bolts of lightning, lighting me up from the inside out. It was soft but so full of need, and I’d never felt so wanted, so desired. Because this guy didn’t make sounds unless they meant something.
And this one definitely meant something.
I couldn’t breathe when his lips left mine. I nearly chased his mouth and whined for him to come back, but I wasn’t given the chance. He bent his head and sucked on my neck, then trailed kisses down to my collarbone.
I melted into a pile of girl goo. I’d never gotten wet over a kiss, but I’d also never had this much brewing tension with anyone in my life.
“You taste as sweet as the cookies you make, little wisp,” came his throaty utterance, and if I thought his groan made my panties wet, it didn’t come close to that one sentence.
I swallowed a wanting sound and clung to him. His mouth whispered across my breasts, his hands sliding down my sides. I nearly squeaked—me, a motherfucking thirty-plus-year-old woman—when he grabbed under both of my thighs and hoisted me in his arms. His eyes shot up to mine, face hovering over my cleavage. It was a fantasy come to life.
I couldn’t control the quaking in my body no matter how hard I tried. My heart thundered and my face felt as though it’d burst into flames at any moment. I was pinned to a bookcase like a heroine in one of my smutty stories, except the shelf was digging into my back and I had nothing clever or thoughtful to say about it aside from this wasawesome.
“Can I keep kissing you, little wisp?” he asked, his full-throttle motorcycle voice going straight to the needy thing between my thighs.
I licked my lips and nodded. “There?”
My voice didn’t sound anything like me. It’d gotten all soft and raspy. I didn’t even know if I was breathing like a normal person anymore. I couldn’t get enough air in my lungs, and my head felt faint.
