Page 86 of Night Sector
My lips curled down, confused by the fabric there.
It was soft. Silky. Mildly acceptable. Except I wanted him naked, not clothed.
I kissed his chest, my tongue darting out to taste his skin. Only, my lips found a hint of something more there. Something delicious.Blood.
My mouth salivated, my stomach churning violently withneed.
When was the last time I fed?I wondered deliriously.Where even am I right now?
Oh, but it didn’t matter. This Alpha had what I craved. What I desperately required.
“Please,” I whispered, asking him for permission,begginghim to give me a taste.
I knew better than to bite without asking. Alphas were territorial. They only gave what they wanted to give. If I tried—
“Take whatever you need, Kyra,” he said, his words punctuated by a low rumbling purr. “My blood is yours.”
My eyes darted up to his, noting the sincerity in their dark depths.Is this a fantasy?I wondered.
It can be, if you want to be,he returned, obviously having heard me.
Thank you, Alpha.
Lorcan,he replied.
My brow furrowed, not understanding his correction. But I was too hungry to ask for clarification. I needed to taste him. To bite him. Tofeed.
But where?I mused.Where shall I…?I trailed off, a memory nagging at my thoughts.
“Now, where shall I bite you?”a Vampire Alpha had asked recently.“Decisions, decisions.”
I swallowed, my appetite slowly dissipating.
Fare.
Images of a needle flashed through my mind, followed by his mouth. That cruel smile. His fangs in my flesh.
I jolted upright, my hands going to my hips and then my thighs. The marks were gone, my skin clear. But I could still feel his touch there. His greedy pulls. His taunts.
A gasp left me, my nest suddenly feeling all sorts of wrong. My body defiled.The scents…I rolled out of the bed, desperate to fix it, needing to… to… be rid ofhim.
“Kyra.” The Alpha in my nest said my name with a purr that had my knees threatening to bend. It was such a soothing sound. So perfect. So…hypnotic. “Tell me what you need, and I’ll give it to you.”
“I…” I blinked at the room, searching for the foul scents. A vision of rose petals replayed in my thoughts, along with a note… “The flowers…?”
“I threw them away,” the Alpha said, sounding disgruntled. Yet his purr remained. That beautiful, loving sound.
I want more of it,I thought dreamily.Between my thighs. Against my throat. During a kiss…
But I couldn’t do that right now. I needed to fix my nest. Remove the dead stench. The wrongness.
It’s all fucking wrong.
I growled, furious by my sullied sheets. My marked skin. The cologne ugly and repellent.
A shower, I realized.Yes. Yes, that’s what I need.
I started toward the bathroom but paused as the purr behind me grew softer.
