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The V-neck of his linen tunic was cut several inches down his powerful chest, baring a lot of tawny skin and smooth muscle, and the edges of his Breed dermaglyphs. The color-infused skin markings indicated the vampire’s mood, and right now, the neutral hues of Jehan’s glyphs told her that he’d recently fed.
Not surprising. It was customary for a Breed male about to enter the handfast to slake his blood thirst on a willing human Host before the week began. This to ensure that he didn’t drink from his Breedmate companion and bond to her out of physical need instead of love.
A vision of Jehan drinking from the throat of another woman sprang into Sera’s mind uninvited. His dark head nestled into the curve of a tender neck. His sensual mouth fastened to smooth, pale skin as his sharp fangs penetrated a pounding vein and he began to drink his fill.
Would he gentle a woman with coaxing words and soothing caresses when he took her carotid between his teeth? Or would he spring on her like the predator he was, dominating her with speed and force and white-hot power?
Some troubling part of her she didn’t recognize stirred with the need to know.
Sera groaned. She squirmed in her seat as her pulse thudded faster and erotic warmth bloomed between her thighs.
She wanted to cross her legs to relieve the unwelcome ache, but the skirts of her ceremonial dress were too restricting. Elsewhere in the banquet room, her father was reciting the traditional terms of the handfast. She only half-listened, too distracted by Jehan’s presence beside her and the heat of his gaze on her as she fidgeted and shifted in her chair.
It suddenly occurred to her that the room had gone strangely quiet. Expectantly quiet.
All eyes in the room were fixed on her, and her father was no longer speaking.
Jehan stood up and pointedly cleared his throat. “It’s time for us to go, Seraphina.”
“Oh.” She rose to her feet, eager to escape the weight of everyone’s gazes. Plus, she couldn’t wait to put some much-needed distance between herself and Jehan.
But he wasn’t moving. Why wasn’t he moving?
“Don’t forget the kiss!” someone shouted cheerfully from among the gathering. “It’s tradition to seal the pact with a kiss!”
Leila. Damn that girl.
Sera shot a narrowed glare at her exuberant sibling but her grin showed no remorse.
“Kiss her!” she shouted again.
And then across the room, Marcel called for the kiss too. Someone else picked up the chant, then another. Before long, the entire place was applauding and thundering with the command. “Kiss her! Kiss her! Kiss her!”
Sera turned a miserable look on Jehan. “We don’t really have t—”
Before she could finish, he moved closer and his mouth slanted over hers in a blast of heat. His lips caressed hers, impossibly soft, achingly sensual. His hands held her face, and yes, they were gentle. His kiss was too, but beneath its tenderness was a possessiveness—a raw power—that rocked her.
He mastered her mouth in an instant, and every brush of his lips had her aching to be claimed by him.
Her thoughts scattered. Her knees went a little boneless.
Even worse, the coil of warmth that had gathered between her thighs a few moments ago blazed molten and wild now.
Sera raised her hands to grip his shoulders, if only to keep from sagging against him in front of a hundred onlookers. All the reassurances of their private agreement to spend the next week in separate corners flew away like leaves on the wind as Jehan kissed her. She couldn’t help it. She moaned against his mouth, her pulse quickening, hammering even louder than the cheers of the gathering around them.
ng at her standing so close to him in the cool night air, her beautiful face and tempting curves making his mouth water and his blood streak hot through his veins, Jehan wasn’t sure how the hell he was going to survive a week of seclusion with her. Not without putting his hands or fangs—or any other part of his anatomy—within arm’s reach of her.
One thing was certain. They would have to set some clear boundaries. Rigid boundaries that couldn’t be crossed.
And rules.
Jehan let his gaze travel the length of her, desire hammering through every cell in his body.
Oh, yeah. To survive the next week alone with this female, he was going to need a lot of boundaries and rules.
CHAPTER 5
She should have said no.
