"Yeah, she is.” He mock-glared at Sarah when she grinned, obviously having guessed what Em's question had been and probably how she'd asked it too.
"Well, shit,” Em swore. “About f**king time, too."
"Listen, Em. I'll be back there before morning with Sarah, and I'll be staying. I want to hit the ground running tomorrow, so lay low tonight. If the guys want to feed from the vein, tell them to hunt the city, not the blood houses, and stay sharp. And I'm sure I don't have to tell you to be discreet."
"My middle name, boss."
"I never knew that."
"Kiss my ass."
"That's kiss my ass, my lord, to you.” Em's laughter cut off as he hit disconnect. “As for you, little one,” he murmured, pulling Sarah close and rolling her beneath him. “I have entirely different plans for your ass, although if you ask nicely, I will kiss it first."
Her ass and every other part of her body was deliciously sore when she stepped into the shower, her muscles like rubber bands that had been stretched too far. She ducked her head under the hot water, letting it soak her hair and run down her back. It felt good, almost as good as the long, hard heat of Raj's body when he stepped into the shower behind her and pulled her against him.
She let him support her as he reached for the soap and began running those wonderful big hands of his all over her body in a halfhearted effort to wash away the hours of sweat-soaked sex. She closed her eyes and leaned into him, half-asleep on her feet. “How long until sunrise,” she asked drowsily.
"A couple of hours,” he murmured. He wrapped an arm around her waist, letting it slide up until her br**sts rested heavily on his smoothly muscled forearm. His other hand slid down over her belly and between her legs, his fingers rocking gently in and out. She gasped as he stroked over her swollen clit, the sensation like an electrical shock starting between her legs and traveling up her to her br**sts where her ni**les hardened in immediate response. Raj chuckled softly against her ear. “I might just f**k you for days after all."
She shivered as his words triggered memories of the last few hours, hours spent in a state of permanent arousal as the euphorics in his bite roared through her system over and over again until she was too limp to do anything but lie in his arms and tremble. She pressed her ass back against the hard length of his cock, kneading his thighs as she rubbed herself up and down, feeling his erection glide against her soap slicked skin. It was Raj's turn to groan, his arms tightening their hold on her, his hand between her legs pressing harder as he lowered his head to nuzzle her neck and shoulder, biting gently.
Sarah writhed against his assault, wishing he was right, wishing they could stay in his underground hideaway, safe in its soft glow and silken sheets while the world and its stresses went on without them. She heard Raj's breath quicken as he lifted her from behind, trapping her against the wet, tiled wall and spreading her legs with one knee as he slid his full length deep inside her. She shuddered and cried out his name, twisting around as his mouth came down on hers with surprising ferocity, crushing his lips against her teeth so hard that his blood flowed, filling her mouth and throat. She choked and would have pulled away, but he held her steady, not letting go. “Just a sip, little one,” he murmured against her skin. “It's important.” His c*ck continued to pound in and out, his fingers playing her clit, overwhelming her with sensation, distracting her so that she drank the warm blood reflexively. “That's my good girl,” he whispered, redoubling his efforts until the power of his blood hit her, and he swallowed the scream of her first orgasm. Not stopping, he stroked harder, faster, exploding deep inside her as his fingers brought her over the edge one more time and she joined him in a surging cl**ax that roared through her body, leaving her hanging limp in his arms.
"Sarah."
Her eyes fluttered open. There was water all around and the air was steaming. “Oh, shit,” she gasped. Raj laughed and she slapped at him. She'd fallen asleep in the damn shower. “Very funny. This is all your fault, you know."
"If you're suggesting that I've exhausted you with my extraordinary sexual prowess, I am happy to take the blame."
She turned and yawned into his chest. “Am I clean yet?"
"Yes. As clean and sweet as always.” He reached over her shoulder and turned off the water. “Come on. Let's get you dry and dressed. We're going to the warehouse for the day."
"You're staying there too?"
"It's either that or we both stay here, and I don't think you want that."
Sarah thought about being locked in Raj's vault-bedroom all day, with him lying all but lifeless on the bed. “No,” she said, shaking her head. “But is there room for you over there?"
Raj laughed. “I think they'll make room for their lord and master. Besides, after last night, Krystof knows you're mine, and I don't want you too far away until this thing is done."
Chapter Forty-three
"You see this door?"
Sarah stopped and turned to examine the warehouse door she'd just walked through. She looked up at Raj with a frown of confusion. “Yeah?"
"You don't go past this door until I'm standing next to you."
Sarah gave him a skeptical look. “Yeah, right."
"I'm serious, Sarah. You're perfectly safe as long as you stay here, and I trust my human guards completely. If I didn't, you'd be downstairs with me whether you wanted to be or not."
Sarah opened her mouth to protest his usual high-handed treatment, but he was suddenly right next to her, pulling her against his chest. “I trust them, but I'm trusting you, too, Sarah. Don't make me come looking for you because I will find you. I've tasted your blood and you've tasted mine. You can't hide from me and I will be pissed."
Sarah stretched up to put her arms around his neck and tugged his face down for a long, slow kiss. “All right."
"Come on,” he said, putting his lips next to her ear. “I'll tuck you in.” Her entire body flushed with heat at the suggestion in his words and she glanced at her watch. Raj laughed knowingly. “There's time, sweetheart,” he said. “There's always time."