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Between one second and the next, he had torn the shirt I was wearing down the front, exposing my naked body to his hungry eyes. Surprised, I sucked in a breath and took a step back, instinctively grabbing the sides to cover myself.
"Don't."
The command was sharp and powerful. I paused, then let my arms fall back down to my sides. The way he looked at me...I'd never felt so exposed or so powerful in my life.
His upper lip twitched, then lifted, baring his fangs as he ran his eyes over my throat, my breasts, down my stomach and between my legs. His chest rose and fell as he inhaled, and I saw the tip of his tongue touch the tip of one fang. "You smell so good, Acushla. And I never thought it would be possible, but you look even better."
"Not bad for a woman hitting middle age?" I tried to tease, but the joke fell flat.
"You're the sexiest thing I've ever seen in my very long life," he answered with such raw intensity I had no choice but to believe him. With a hand that shook, he pushed one side of the torn T-shirt off my shoulder, then the other. It fell to the floor to join his. Then he held his hand out to me.
I stared at it, but didn't take it. I knew as soon as I did there'd be no going back. I'd succumb to him completely. And I just needed a moment to think...
"Lizzy."
There was no warning in the way he said my name. No demands. Maybe if there was I would've been able to resist him. But there was only an aching pain that I might turn him away, and I couldn't do that.
I took his hand.
With a low growl of triumph, he pulled me to him, wrapping me up in arms and burying his face in my neck as he strode to the bed.
Chapter 18
Killian
"Lizzy." I said her name like a prayer against her throat. She felt so good in my arms. Perfect. Her soft breasts pressed against my bare chest and her legs wrapped around mine as I carried her to the bed.
Triumph raged through me as I followed her down to the mattress, my muscles trembling as I tried to control my hunger for her. And even though my cock was swollen to the point of pain inside my jeans, I didn't dare take them off, knowing if I did I wouldn't be able to stop myself from instantly burying myself inside of her. And I wanted to take my time. I wanted to taste every inch of her body. Wanted to bring her to her knees with need. To make her crave me as much as I craved her.
But when she opened her thighs so I could fit between them, I couldn't resist rolling my hips against her core. Drawn by the sound of her moans, I found her lips again. She tasted so sweet, the only thing that could drag me away from her kisses was the promise of the rest of her.
Tearing myself away, I kissed my way down her throat. When I felt her pulse beneath my tongue, I couldn't resist sliding the tip of one fang against it. I could smell her blood. Feel it rushing through her artery. Lizzy turned her head away, lifting her hips as she did, inviting me into her in every way, and I very nearly did before remembering she'd already lost a lot of blood that day.
Memories of Kenya feeding from her flashed through my mind, causing my grip to tighten and a growl of possession to rise up inside of me. If I'd known, if I'd had any idea, there was no bloody way I would have offered Lizzy up to her or anyone. Not even to heal someone I cared for so deeply. Because now, I would have to live with that memory for the rest of my unnatural life, and I honestly didn't know what I would do or how I would act the next time I saw my friend.
The urge to possess Lizzy, to fully claim her as mine, grew almost unbearable. Her fingers gripped my hair as I moved down her body to her breasts, holding my weight on my hands so as not to crush her. Taking one hard nipple into my mouth, I rolled it between my tongue and teeth, careful not to break the skin. My control was hanging on by a thread as it was. One taste of her blood and I knew I would lose it completely.
I took my time, learning every texture, every curve of her breasts before I continued on down, nipping and kissing my way over her soft stomach, her hipbones, pushing her thighs apart so I could see her. Running my nose through the soft curls between her legs, I inhaled the sweet musky scent of her.
"Please," she whispered.
Gripping her hips, I pulled her down the bed until I was on my knees on the floor, spreading her out before me in the soft light of the lamp.
She was perfect. So very perfect. Smooth, dark pink folds, wet with her desire. I nipped at the inside of one thigh and she lifted her hips, begging me to taste.
Holding her still, I ran my thumb through her wet heat, pressing it just slightly inside of her.
"Killian, please." The last word ended on a moan as I pulled her up to my mouth.
My eyes closed with pleasure as her taste hit my tongue, and I groaned with need as I licked along the same path as my thumb until I found the hard little nub. I teased her lightly until she was fighting against my hold to get closer to my mouth. Lifting one leg over my shoulder, I held her curvy ass in my hand, squeezing the supple flesh before I found her entrance with my thumb and slid inside. I moaned against her as she tightened around my finger and trembled beneath my mouth.
At the last second, I pulled away. I wanted to be inside of her when she came.
Lizzy cried out, reaching for me.
"Don't fret, Acushla. I'll give you what you need." What we both needed.
Pulling off my jeans, I left them on the floor and lifted one knee on the bed, shaking my head when she wanted to pull me down on top of her. "I want to see you," I told her. Plus, I didn't know that I'd be able to control my need for her blood if my fangs were that close to her throat.
