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“Liar,” he growled darkly.
Gwendolyn flushed, her lips parting ever so slightly. Calling to him. She ran her hand up his chest, and it took everything in his power not to groan at the path of fire her touch left in its wake. Her eyes flared with recognition. He’d not groaned, but his obvious pleasure must have shown in his face, or perhaps she’d felt it in the tension in his body. He felt like a caged animal only seconds from being unleashed.
“Do you want to kiss me?” she asked breathlessly.
He tensed and glared down into her captivating green eyes. Her boldness was intoxicating. What he wanted did not matter. “Gwendolyn.” His voice was pained and laced with a threat. A warning. This had to stop. That one kiss had already been too much.
She smirked up at him, and it sent a shiver up his spine. “You’re a pretty bad liar too,” she whispered before wrapping her hands around his neck and pulling him closer.
Sirus leaned into her. There was nothing hesitant about this kiss. Its intensity spread fire through his bones, scorching his icy control until it was nothing but mist. Sirus slid his hands roughly around her hips and pulled her closer. Gwendolyn opened her mouth, beckoning him further. The rawness of the gesture tore at him. When his tongue met hers, she whimpered, sending a surge of need coursing through him. She tasted like chocolate and champagne. Sweet and decadent.
She wrapped her hand around the nape of his neck to pull him in deeper, and that was all it took for what little was left of his control to snap. He traced her lips greedily with his tongue. He wanted more. So much more. Her fingers tangled in his hair. Every pass of his tongue over hers, every time he nipped at her bottom lip, she matched him with her own desperate desire. He was drunk off that desire. Drunk off her. The sweet taste of her lips. The scent of lilies.
He tore his mouth from hers to place hot, urgent kisses down the edge of her neck. Gwendolyn panted harsh, shallow breaths with each one. Sirus flicked his tongue below her ear, and she moaned with raw pleasure. The sound made his mouth water. He licked her again, nipping at her ear with his teeth. She gasped.
It had been many long years since Sirus had been with a woman, but he’d never been with any woman who had felt like this. It was primal and unbridled. The passion within her intoxicating. He hungered for more. More of that sound. More of her pleasure.
When she arched into him, a harsh snarl escaped him against those freckles along her neck he found so alluring. Sirus wrapped his arms tightly around her waist, and she pressed herself further into him. A feral growl rumbled from deep in his chest when she rubbed herself against his hard cock. He scraped his teeth along her neck again, and she groaned. He wanted to taste her. All of her.
His long-dormant hunger begged to be sated. Her skin tasted so sweet. He wondered what her pleasure would taste like. Wanted to taste it more than anything. Wanted to hear her cries spread through the night air as he made her see stars. The temptation consumed him. He dug his fingers hard into her backside, and she whimpered. Sirus nipped at the base of her neck, his tongue lapping up the saltiness of her skin. More. He needed more. He could feel the magick lurking under her skin. Could feel it pulsing in her veins. Calling to him. His siren.
A sound in the periphery broke his trance in an instant. Sirus tore himself away from her, and the icy grip of his control returned. Gwendolyn stumbled backward, panting and disoriented. Her heavy-lidded eyes full of confusion.
Sirus turned without a word and stalked into the archway, blocking her from view just as Henry was coming up the dark path. He forced his heartbeat steady. His breathing calm. His cock to settle.
“You’re summoned back,” Henry told him.
Sirus nodded his understanding, and the other creature turned on his heel to stalk back to the house now that the message was delivered.
For the first time in centuries, Sirus felt the unyielding grip of utterly disgusted shame. He let out a stuttered breath that shook him to the very core of his being. He was a creature of control above all else. Only in battle did he let his hunger free. Only with a sword in his hand did he ever let himself thirst for blood. Even in the throes of passion he knew to control himself. Not that he’d ever experienced passion even remotely as intoxicating as what he’d just tasted.
Sirus shook as the cold reality seeped into him. Without Henry’s interruption, Sirus was not sure how far he would have gone. No. He knew. His blood was still hot from their embrace. Sirus would have ravaged her here in this garden, like a reveler at one of Abigail’s house parties. But that’s not what bothered him most.
He looked back at her over his shoulder. She was still panting harshly, her eyes heavy and touched with disbelief. She looked thoroughly undone. Naive. Gwendolyn was naive, he reminded himself. She didn’t know enough of their world. Of what he truly was. He was attracted to her beyond reason and sense. Not just by her beauty, but by her spirit. Her boldness. He’d expected her to demur every step of the way, and she hadn’t. She’d craved him. Wanted him. All of him. It had lured him in like a tempting sweet. He’d taken advantage of her innocence and her attraction to satisfy his own selfish appetites. The taste of her lush, sweet skin lingered on his tongue and drove a chill through his bones. As he looked at her, he found himself wondering again what her blood would taste like if her skin was so sweet. It disgusted him to his core.
This. This was the truth she didn’t know. The monster she tempted.
Sirus steeled himself. He didn’t want to think on how far he would have gone. What he might have done. Sirus was a creature of control, but with Gwendolyn he’d proven wanting. Unworthy. His insides twisted with rage. If he’d hurt her…
It was his fault it had gone this far. He’d fanned her attraction. He alone was to blame, and he felt the weight of that guilt like a mountain on his back. Niah was right. He had starved himself too long. Gwendolyn was temptation itself. A temptation he’d shown himself incapable of denying.
Her emerald eyes flitted to his, and his chest grew cold and tight under her glaze. She’d hate him. He deserved her hatred. Worse. But he’d sworn he would protect her. Which made what he knew he must do next that much clearer.
* * *
Gwen’s breaths were shallow, her lips still swollen and red from their kisses.
The shock slowly dissipated as the reality of it all set in. He’d kissed her. She’d kissed him first, but Sirus had definitely kissed her back.
Not just kissed. Her skin tingled where he’d run his teeth up her neck. The memory sent a flush of heat through her core. She’d never experienced anything that had even come close to that hot. That—consuming. Not even actual sex!
His eyes lingered on her, and Gwen’s insides went from warm and gooey to tight and anxious.
“We must return,” Sirus said, his voice chilled.
“R-right,” she replied, trying to get herself together. Her knees still felt like jelly. She’d heard what Henry had said and appreciated that Sirus had kept them from being discovered, as jarring as his sudden breaking of their make-out had been.
Gwen swallowed a lump of nerves. Shit. She and Sirus had made out.
