Blood Lust - Alexandra Ivy Page 0,55

her too-prominent ribs, before gently cupping her breast.

“Think, cara,” he urged in soft tones, smiling as her rose-topped nipple hardened to an enticing nub. “That’s exactly where the Brotherhood will be expecting you to go.”

She trembled, her tongue reaching out to wet her dry lips. “We can’t stay here.”

His gaze locked on her lush mouth, spikes of need shooting through him. It shouldn’t be possible to want her with such brutal need. Not after he’d sated his passion just a few hours ago.

But he was discovering that Myst shattered all his preconceived ideas of how a relationship should be between a man and woman.

Rolling on top of her naked body, he hissed in pleasure as her legs instinctively parted, allowing the tip of his cock to rest against the entrance of her body.

“It’s as safe a place as any to wait for Kaede to discover how our enemies knew where you were going to be,” he said, his mouth seeking the racing pulse at the base of her throat.

He fiercely wanted to devour her. To shove deep inside her welcoming heat and lose himself in raw, mindless pleasure. At the same time he wanted to take it slow, savoring each touch. Each kiss.

He decided on the slow, savoring route.

His head lowered to brush a light kiss over her lips. A promise of things to come.

She struggled against the passion that was rapidly spiraling out of control.

“And if Kaede can’t discover anything?” she managed to ask.

He kissed the tip of her chin, the seductive dip beneath her ear, and the curve of her upper breast.

“Then we’ll have Lana arrange another meeting with Boggs,” he murmured against her skin. “Someplace where we can have Sentinels in position to protect you.” His exploration at last led him to the puckered tip of her nipple, and, deliberately holding her darkened gaze, he gave it a slow lick. “Okay?”

She shuddered, her back arching in silent invitation. “Okay,” she muttered.

He closed his mouth over her nipple, using his teeth and tongue to wrench a cry from her lips.

Lifting his head, he studied her with a blatant hunger. “Any other objections?”

“I . . .” Her breath was released on a low groan as he slowly penetrated her, tilting his hips forward until his cock was buried deep inside her moist channel. “No,” she rasped, her arms wrapping around his neck. “No objections.”

* * *

Lana stood in the center of the Master of Gifts’ office with every appearance of serene patience. It was the image that she’d perfected over the years and no one looking at her would ever guess that beneath her calm exterior she was seething with emotion.

Of course, her aloof composure was made considerably easier by the fact that Wolfe had chosen to remain in the hallway to prevent them from being interrupted. The mere thought of having to share cluttered space with the sizzling dominance of his presence was enough to make her shudder.

It was difficult enough to maintain the barrier between them when they were in their roles of Mave and Tagos. But when he was determined to remind her that she was very much a woman despite her responsibilities, it became almost impossible.

And right now, she needed to concentrate on the threat to her people.

Pretending she couldn’t sense the aggravating male who was pacing the floor just outside the closed door, she instead watched the tall, painfully thin man with long gray hair that he’d scraped back into a tail at his nape. He was wearing a pair of dark pants that were wrinkled and a loose cardigan beginning to fray around the edges.

He looked like a typical absentminded professor, although she was well aware there was a brilliant mind beneath his shabby appearance.

At the moment, he was threading his way through the tunnels of books and papers stacked on the tables, desks, and shelves that lined the room as he headed toward the computer beeping loud enough to make Lana flinch.

Thankfully pressing a button on the laptop that brought an end to the alarm, Calder hunched over the desk, a smile of triumph softening his sharp features.

“Ah,” he murmured. “I think we have a match.”

Lana felt a surge of relief. When she’d given the image to Calder she hadn’t been sure the unknown high-blood would be listed in the database. There were far too many of her people who remained fearful of revealing their gifts and preferred to live as a human. Unless one of Calder’s staff managed to locate them,