Blood Trial Supernatural Battle (Vampire Towers #1) - Kelly St. Clare Page 0,100
One night with him wouldn’t be just one night if his current possessive behaviour was any indication.
Kyros blurred to me, and I stumbled back into the building.
“You’re not walking,” he rumbled.
I leaned against the wall, placing my hand on his chest. “I was asking, Kyros. No need to get toothy.”
“Would you like to see my teeth, Miss Tetley?” He lowered his head, and I watched in fascination as his fangs descended.
Fuck me, they were hella sharp.
His eyes blazed into mine. His smell. His warmth. He blocked everything out, not just from his sheer size. His nearness overwhelmed my senses.
In a daze, I reached up and ran my finger down the closest fang, careful to avoid the gleaming tip.
Kyros groaned, and the sound pulled at me. I stepped closer.
“I need you to get away,” he said, his entire body shaking.
I stared into his green eyes and placed my hands on his shoulders, rising on tiptoes. His head was already tilted down toward me.
No hesitation filled me as I traced the line my finger had just taken with my tongue. His shaking intensified. I pulled back, instinctively knowing repeating the ministrations on the other fang would push him over the edge.
“Basilia,” he breathed.
We collided.
Our limbs tangled in our haste. He sorted the mess of our bodies out, his hands moving with blurring speed. My legs were around his hips.
He ground into me, and I saw the same wonder fill his gaze before my head thudded back against the wall behind me.
“More,” I pleaded.
Kyros snarled and nipped at my collarbone.
I yelped and gasped as he wound his hips against my core again.
“White drives me fucking insane,” he murmured, staring at the swells of my chest above the tank top.
Pressing my body against the wall with his hips, he slipped a hand under my ass as the other freed one of my breasts.
He latched onto my nipple with his mouth, and I choked on a wordless shout. Jesus, there was a line attached from my nipple to my core. The last of my forbidding thoughts fled and I circled my hips against his erection, suspended.
His satisfied purr rattled the confines of the entrance, and our pace slowed now we’d both realised this was only going one way. He shifted his attention to my other breast, and the ache in my lower stomach gained a sharp edge.
“I need you inside, Kyros,” I panted at him.
His head snapped up and my eyes watered at the brightness of his green gaze.
“If I were you, brother, I’d take her up on the offer.”
I screamed, and Kyros roared.
My haze of lust muted the fear his roar usually inspired. Or at least the sound didn’t affect me as it had in the car.
Kyros pushed me behind his body, crowding me against the wall. Wordless snarls erupted from his mouth.
Who was it? One of his siblings? I tried to peek out.
“What are you all doing here?” he growled, trying to press me farther into the wall.
All his siblings? I whacked his back.
My gaze fell on my breasts. Oops. Not that his siblings hadn’t seen them anyway, but since the top wasn’t torn this time…
I tugged my bra and tank back into position.
“Brother,” another breathed.
One of his sisters. Great. I tried to edge out, but Kyros blocked me. I slapped at his shoulder. “If you keep slamming me against this wall, I’m going to stake you.”
The air chilled.
“Did that human just threaten our crown prince?” a woman asked.
Kyros threw me an annoyed glance over his shoulder, which I returned full force.
He shifted forward, and I sidled out to stand next to him. “Yes, that was a fucking threat.”
Damn it all. Seven of them were here. At least Gerome had the sense to make scarce.
“You have some explaining to do, Kyros,” his sister said, shifting her eyes between us. The pantsuit one. Apparently, the outfit was a running trend with her.
“Safina. Not now.”
“Let the man get rid of his boner,” Rory said. His glinting eyes shifted to me, and I found somewhere else to look. I’d hoped to never see that one again. He hadn’t recalled who I was, but pushing my luck was a bad idea.
“It’s nothing,” Kyros said curtly.
Auburn turned huge blue eyes on him. “It’s not nothing, Ky. Why won’t you tell us?”
The hard edge around his eyes faded. Yup, she was the youngest.
“I will, Francesca. I promise.” He was wrapped around her little finger.
I snorted. “It has a name. But I agree, there’s nothing between us.”