Blood Trial Supernatural Battle (Vampire Towers #1) - Kelly St. Clare Page 0,99
I turned my face away.
“And that,” he hushed, tracing my movement, “that’s how I know you want me. I knew it today when Gerome sent the last picture. And now, when you’re unsure how my words make you feel though your body has decided.”
I forced myself to face him once more. “Kyros, I’m well aware how my body feels. And I’m well aware that I don’t want it to feel that way. What are the options moving forward?”
He leaned forward in a blur, and I slammed back in my chair.
“Option one. I can bend you over this table right now.”
My breath hitched. “I didn’t mean those kinds of options.”
“It’d make both of us feel better. Half of the time, I think the suspense of not knowing how your naked body would feel against mine is what draws me so strongly. Plus, if the sex is terrible, our problems will be solved.”
Despite myself, I laughed. “Don’t sound so hopeful. Rabbits aren’t known for their lack of enthusiasm.”
His lips spread into a slow grin.
“But seriously. We’re at the truth table, you need to answer my question.”
“I said I’d answer questions on Vissimo.”
Nice try. “You are a Vissimo. Therefore, questions about yourself are also allowed. You should have better defined the parameters if you couldn’t handle them.”
Fuck, we were nearly nose to nose. When did that happen?
Clearing my throat, I picked up my water glass and retreated. All the way back.
“Sleeping together is an option, whether you want to hear it or not. After that, the best idea would be to remain separated. If this attraction is the lingering effects of the thrall, time should help me recover.”
I was okay with Plan B. “Is it normal for the effects of the thrall to linger?”
His lips pressed together. “No. But not unheard of.”
Phew, that made me feel somewhat better. “There’s a third option?”
“I drink from you again and see if it’s an obsession with your blood. If so, I will deal with that as a separate issue.”
“You think it’s my blood?”
He swallowed. “Possibly. Or just that I drank from your neck. Due to our need to remain hidden, we don’t often drink from the source.”
Rabbit. Mouse, Monkey. Source.
“It is possible that’s drawing out my… possessive tendencies—as you called them.”
I mulled all that over. “Let’s try Plan B.”
“Hard to do in a tower.”
“Hard to do when you track everything I do,” I shot back. “From texts to whereabouts. You’re the one with the obsession issue. You need to rein yourself in. Not me.”
He eyed me. “I’m the one with greater power and therefore the more powerful reaction. I am not the only one with the issue. Your words say one thing and your body another, Miss Tetley. I can smell your want as easily as if it were perfume. I can hear your heart and see the rise and fall of your breasts, and your fucking pulse is like a siren’s call. All I can think about is what it would be like to put my head between your legs, pleasure you until you shatter around me, and sink my fangs into your femoral artery.”
His head between my legs?
Eyes wide, I stared at him, my thighs clamping together.
Kyros pushed back from the table, sending the chair scattering along the wooden floor. “We need to go unless you want an option A and C combination?”
I grabbed my pack and shuffled off the seat.
The staff was nowhere in sight, and Kyros stalked out ahead of me, seemingly unbothered about paying.
His unsatisfied urges were only partly to blame for his temper, I knew. The rest was because his control was lapsing again. He really didn’t cope well when that happened. Was that why Kyros simultaneously wanted and didn’t want to be around me? Did the cravings or urges he experienced around me make him feel unbalanced?
The car lights flashed, but I lingered inside the entrance of the restaurant.
“Should I walk?” I asked him, eyeing the tight confines of the car.
Because he was right about everything.
I’d thought it was a Vissimo thing—some kind of power to attract. But I’d spent the day with Gerome and felt nothing. Whatever Kyros was feeling, I’d caught it too. It wasn’t his temper that scared me. Not really. It was my reaction to him. A reaction I didn’t want to have. Even after acknowledging I didn’t hate him, I couldn’t go there. Sex with Kyros was too much after what he’d put me through, and he was a fucking vampire. A powerful one.