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The tip of his tongue teased her thumb. You taste of the sweetest herbs. Dear Goddess, please forgive me.
Before she knew what he meant by sending that particular message, he took hold of her arm, swung her in the direction of the forest, and led her twenty yards into the dark, a good distance from the crowd that now applauded. Music began at the same time, a lively folk music made for dancing.
He dragged her behind a tree and hauled her into his arms.
She fell against him, limp, her body in full surrender and not caring that this was so inappropriate and doomed to cause all kinds of problems.
For some strange reason as she stared up at him, though the forest was dark, his face was lit in a glow. Vampire magic? He was incredibly beautiful, his black brows thick and arched, his clear blue eyes thickly fringed, his nose straight, his lips full, his cheeks pronounced.
He leaned close, his lips trembling over hers.
“Do I have permission to kiss you?”
God, yes.
“Yes,” she whispered, panting against him, her fingers grasping the soft cloth of his loose Guard’s shirt. She dug deeper until her fingers found purchase in the hard muscles of his arms. His lips touched hers and the previous waves began to flow, heavier now.
She parted her lips and his tongue entered her, piercing her, plunging in and out.
She connected her hips low and felt the long rope of him. Her knees weakened further.
She suckled his tongue and he groaned again. The waves came faster now and seemed to pluck at every part of her body at once. She wanted to fall on the ground, but in gentle stages he eased back. But by then she was in agony and breathed hard. She pressed her forehead into his shoulder.
What is happening? she asked.
I fear it is something that will alter your life forever, unless you are wise, and choose to leave Merhaine. You would be wise, Abigail, not to come back and I’m begging you to do just that. You are not realm. You don’t understand our customs. My people would have great difficulty accepting you. A small bakery that serves cupcakes and tea is one thing. But a relationship with me would to many be intolerable.
But beyond that, the Invictus have grown active again. A polite euphemism for death and destruction.
She drew back, but in her heels the uneven ground put her off-balance. She started to fall.
He caught her, righting her, then held her steady.
“Just tell me one thing,” she said. “What are the waves that you send through my body. They almost undo me. I…that is…you could have…I wouldn’t have objected.”
She met his gaze but she was blushing.
A soft strange growl left his lips. So vampires growled at such moments. He wasn’t human, but why didn’t that seem to matter to her? And why could she speak with him mind to mind? She should have cared, it should have been paramount. And her vein still throbbed, begging for him to take her very life-force.
“I swear you’ve enthralled me,” he said, a deep furrow now between his brows. “This must be your doing, Abigail. It was there from the first.”
“Gerrod are you saying that you’ve been attracted to me since that first day?”
“I won’t deny it.”
“I thought you disapproved of me.”
“I’m frustrated, even distressed, that I’m drawn to you, a very different thing.”
She put her finger in the furrow between his brows and rubbed. He let loose with a sigh, closing his eyes. She added, “You’re worried all the time.”
“Yes.” His voice was always little more than a deep, gravelly growl.
“One of the fae told me that there are a million realm in Merhaine. Is this true?”
He nodded.
“You have charge of a million souls then?”
