“What are you doing?”
He smiled to reveal the fully extended fangs that gleamed in the darkness.
“Changing into something more comfortable.”
Comfortable? There wasn’t a damned thing comfortable in the sensations assaulting Laylah.
Her skin was too tight for her body, her br**sts were heavy and her ni**les aroused to painfully sensitive peaks. And there was a hollow ache between her legs that was demanding to be filled.
She swallowed a moan.
A damned shame he was her enemy.
Otherwise …
Otherwise he’d be on that bed and she would be fulfilling a few dozen fantasies.
“Well, go and do your striptease in your own rooms,” she muttered.
“What’s the point of a striptease if there’s no one to enjoy it?” he drawled, abruptly wrapping her in his arms and smiling down at her wary expression. “Besides, I intend to have my wish granted.”
Chapter 6
Skimming his hands down Laylah’s back, Tane savored the rich scent of her arousal that spiced the air.
She could huff and puff and glare all she wanted, but she couldn’t disguise the truth. She desired him with a fury she couldn’t contain.
“What are you talking about?” she demanded, her breathless voice making Tane smile. He was a vampire famous for his sexual prowess, but this demon managed to make him feel as uncertain as a fledgling. “I got you out of the mists.”
He lowered his head to fill his senses with her scent of fresh rain.
“But that wasn’t my wish.”
She trembled. “You …”
“I wished to be at your side.”
“Tane.” There was another tremble as he found the spot at the curve of her neck that made her pulse pound and her breath ragged. “I command you to go to your rooms.”
“Your wish is my command,” he murmured, scooping her off her feet to lay her on the nearby bed.
Her eyes widened as he followed her down, stretching out beside her reclined form.
“Why aren’t you going away?”
“It could be because these are my rooms.” He traced the outline of one puckered nipple through her T-shirt. “But more likely it’s because you don’t truly want me to leave.”
“Arrogant ass,” she husked, even as her back arched in silent invitation.
He chuckled, burying his face against the heat of her throat.
“Stubborn mongrel.”
Hunger spiked through him and his c*ck gave a painful jerk. He could smell the sweet blood that rushed just beneath the satin heat of her skin. It was maddening.
Murmuring encouragements in his ancient language, he abruptly grabbed the neckline of her T-shirt and with one jerk had it ripped from her body.
Her lips parted in protest, but before she could punish him with her sharp-edged tongue, he loosened a trickle of his power as his fingers cupped the soft curve of her breast.