Blood Lust - Alexandra Ivy Page 0,26
she demanded.
“From the Brotherhood.” His lips twisted. “The bastards wouldn’t hesitate to hurt a little girl, no matter how innocent she might be.”
She winced, feeling as if he’d just slapped her. Did he think she didn’t realize her presence was a threat to Molly? Why else would she have walked away from her?
“I told you I would only stay a few days,” she said in husky tones. “I would never put Molly in danger.”
He continued as if she hadn’t spoken.
“I also need her to protect Molly against my own enemies.” His lips twisted into a humorless smile. “Shockingly I’ve managed to acquire quite a few over the years.”
“Yeah, big shocker,” she muttered.
“Careful.”
Without warning he closed the small distance to crush his lips against hers.
It was short, and intense, and so unbearably sweet she felt her entire body melt beneath him.
“Bas,” she rasped, not sure if she was chiding him to stop or pleading for him to rip off her clothes and ease the brutal need that refused to leave her in peace.
“You shouldn’t provoke me,” he whispered against her lips, the hard length of his body pressing her deeper into the mattress.
For a crazed minute Myst became lost in the molten bronze of his eyes, her hands lifting to grip his shoulders.
She hadn’t been with a man since Bas. She told herself it was because she didn’t have the time or the interest. It was enough to concentrate on saving the world.
Now she realized it was because she didn’t want another male to touch her.
Only Bas could make her shiver with anticipation by just being near. Or send jolts of electric excitement through her body with a brush of his lips.
Or make her wish she could wrap her legs around his waist while he surged deep inside her.
She shivered, her hands sliding so she could tangle her fingers in the satin softness of his hair. Then the moment was shattered as the sound of Molly’s laughter floated through the closed door.
Myst turned her head to the side, drawing in a deep breath.
“All I’m asking for is the opportunity to spend time with my daughter,” she said, her voice strained as she tried to battle back the urgent need that thundered through her body. “Why are you determined to take her away from me?”
His lips brushed her cheek, the faint tang of male cologne teasing at her senses.
“I told you to trust me.”
She swallowed a moan, tiny sparks of pleasure exploding through her.
Dammit. How was she supposed to think when he was sending her up in flames?
He nuzzled the corner of her mouth, his thickening erection pressed against her inner thigh.
She desperately wanted to spread her legs. To let the madness consume her.
Instead, she forced herself to turn her head back to meet his smoldering gaze.
“Don’t send her away,” she implored.
“Listen to me, cara,” he murmured softly. “I’m trying to give you a future with her.”
She frowned in confusion. “Future?”
“We’re going to find the answers you’ve been looking for,” he promised.
It wasn’t what she was expecting.
Bas wanted to help her?
That seemed . . . unlikely.
“In Russia?” she demanded, wondering if he intended to take her halfway around the world while he hid Molly someplace she would never be able to find her.
“No.” He shook his head. “We’re going to speak with the Keeper of Tales.”
Her eyes widened. She’d tried for the past twelve years to locate the mysterious Boggs.
The elusive high-blood had a rare talent. He was capable of touching objects to see the future, as well as catching glimpses of the past. It was also said that he could decipher some of the most obscure prophecies.
“You know how to contact him?” she asked in disbelief.
He grimaced. “Not me, but the Mave has promised to set up a meeting.”
A dangerous hope began to bloom in her heart.
If Boggs could actually reveal the weapon she was supposed to give to their enemies, she could avoid her fate.
And be a real mother to Molly.
Of course, she’d prefer to accomplish this goal without becoming indebted to the male who was watching her with unnerving intensity.
“There’s no need for you—”
“We’re doing this together, cara,” he interrupted, his tone warning his decision wasn’t up for debate.
She blew out an exasperated sigh. “Why?”
His bronze gaze lowered to her lips, his expression impossible to read.
“When I figure that out I’ll let you know.”
Chapter Six
It took four hours for Bas to finally convince Myst that he wasn’t leading her into some devious trap, and to pack Molly a suitcase.
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