Blood Trial Supernatural Battle (Vampire Towers #1) - Kelly St. Clare Page 0,126
this is between us. There are things you’re withholding. If you were me, would you leap for the opportunity?”
Kyros stared straight ahead. “It’s unlikely you’re my true mate. I’ve told you humans are incompatible with us. They don’t survive a long-term relationship and our kinds can’t reproduce together.”
Was that meant to convince me?
“There’s a greater possibility this plan will succeed than fail is what I’m saying,” he finished. “I’m in the game of probability, and that’s enough for me to continue. But you’re right. There is something more you deserve to know.”
I tensed.
“Clan Fyrlia is aware of your existence now. I only put basic restrictions on your mind in the first compulsion. I’ll need to place more during the second exchange in case they get a hold of you.”
I sat, ears buzzing. “More? I haven’t done anything wrong. You said you’d only do that if I fucked up. I haven’t fucked up, Kyros. I’ve done everything you said.”
My breath came in ragged bursts. This couldn’t happen. I didn’t want him controlling me like that. Or anyone. Not with their eyes. Not with blood.
It took a while to notice Kyros was watching me, his expression carved from stone.
“You still fear me so.” The words were low. He broke off, and the only sound was my fear-filled breaths. “I’ve tried to rid you of fear. You hide it so well, I’d started to think… Yet disgust fills your eyes.”
Could he blame me? Not that his words were entirely true. He wasn’t a monster. I hadn’t seen him that way for a week or more. But fear? Yes. In spades. “You expect me to rise above my base instincts? Weren’t you arguing against that before?”
“Such a thing is impossible for any creature in the presence of its predator. I just know that when you look at me like that, I want to fucking kill someone.”
He cared what I thought of him? Or was it the lack of control over his response that bothered him?
“This is new to me,” Kyros admitted.
I had to understand one particular point because we weren’t on the same wavelength. There were a lot of reasons for that, but there was something I needed to understand right now. “Kyros. Do you want this connection between us?”
He inhaled.
I bounced off the bed and padded around to study him. His head still came to the level of my chest. “Do you?”
“I’m not in my right mind,” he replied. “Everything is telling me to drink from you and force my blood down your throat; to lock you up here, naked, for days on end. So yes, I want this. If I was lucid? No idea. I haven’t been lucid for weeks.”
Right. “That’s about what I feel too,” I said heavily. At his surprised look, I scoffed. “You know I’m attracted to you.”
“I know you view that attraction with fear.”
I released a pent-up breath, fists curling as I spoke words I’d rather keep inside. “It’s overwhelming. I’ve never been so overwhelmed in my life. Ever.” Disbelief tinged my words. “When I’m in your presence, I can’t think of anything else. I hate that. Because it’s not real. It’s Vissimo voodoo.”
Kyros’s eyes glinted, his focus shifting to my breasts.
I scowled at him. “That wasn’t encouragement.”
The vampire reached up and loosened his tie.
My mouth dried. What was he doing?
His fingers went to the buttons on his sleeves next. Throwing his tie to the ground, he started on his top shirt buttons.
“Not that I disapprove, but should I put music on for you?” I asked drily.
He arched a brow. “It’s time to sleep.”
Uhm.
“Weren’t we having a conversation.”
“I asked a question. You said no.”
He pulled his shirt overhead, not stopping to undo the lower buttons. Holy hormones in my motherfucking ovaries. Or whatever body temple the holiest of hormones lived in. Kyros removing his shirt was no mortal sight. It was a looping GIF I needed to deposit in my wank bank without delay.
“To be clear, I said no to the blood swap,” I whispered as his hand moved to his pants.
He popped the top button, pausing. “You did. I’ll think of something else.”
Okay, but what about no-strings sex?
His hand moved away from the zipper. I looked at him in outrage that only swelled when I caught sight of his smirk.
I shoved his shoulder and flopped on the bed beside him, snapping, “That was really mean. I can’t help it.”