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At one point, I think I see the back of his shirt, but then he disappears in the crowd again.
After I've been spun around the dance floor and had my goblet refilled with Fae wine for an hour, I've had enough. The smile on my face is slipping. I've been looking forward to seeing Treyton all day, and I'm tired of waiting.
"Set your glass down now," a relatively handsome Fae says as he reaches to take the goblet out of my hand. "Then we can dance some more."
I drank my wine so I could use the empty goblet as an excuse to leave the dance floor and slip away from the crowd, but now this fool is taking it from me without my permission. But then, on cue, Treyton appears.
He steps between the Fae and me and he takes my hand. The Fae backs away without a word, knowing better than to protest or create conflict with the vampire clan leader and the host of this fabulous soiree.
The music plays on as Treyton presses his palm against my back to pull me closer. We begin to dance, though I can't feel my feet moving. I'm too entranced by him to do anything other than silently stare into his eyes. The sight of him tonight takes my breath away. Maybe it's his understated outfit, whichoozessex appeal, or the firm way he's holding me. Or maybe it's the tension lingering in the small space between us as our eyes lock together.
We're both speechless as we dance. I enjoy dancing with him so much that I wish the music played continuously without ceasing. But when it does come to a stop, another vampire tries to cut in.
For as elite and refined as the vampires claim to be, this one is lacking a few social graces. He laughs like things are all fun and games as he tugs me away from Treyton, spinning me around until I'm squarely facing him. Then, he shoves his hand in mine as the music begins again.
"My turn." He grins as he starts to lead me in the dance.
I look over his shoulder at Treyton, who appears enraged.
Sure, this vampire was rude and could have handled cutting in with a lot more tact and grace. And Idefinitelydidn't want to switch dance partners, so he should have asked me first. But even though the entire ordeal ishisfault, I don't think he meant any harm by it. Unfortunately, Treyton seems to think otherwise. He overreacts—a lot.
Treyton stalks toward us, reaches around my shoulder and punches the vampire with such brute force that his arm drops from my waist and he falls backward onto the floor.
The impact of it jars me just enough to make me lose my balance, but Treyton catches me before I fall. His palm presses firmly against my back to steady me. He stands there looking down at the now-injured vampire in his clan, and I'm suddenly very aware thatalleyes in the room are staring at him. I'm sure it's not the first time they've seen a clan leader knock down one of the vampires in his clan as a form of disciplinary action. Granted, this was definitely a disproportionate reaction on Treyton's part, and it has caused a scene. But he's theclan leaderand therefore given free rein to do pretty much whatever he pleases to his clan and in his den, so I don't see why the music has stopped and everyone is staring with their mouths hanging open.
I turn to look at him, expecting to see him red with anger or flush with embarrassment at his reckless reaction, but instead I see those same glowing eyes. People begin to whisper, wondering what's wrong with him.
This isn't good.
I try to think of an explanation that could explain his magically glowing eyes, but nothing comes to mind under the weight of everyone's stares. And apparently nothing comes to Treyton either, because instead of saying anything to his gathered guests, he simply turns and storms out of the room.
"Treyton, wait!" I call. I probably shouldn't appear as concerned about him as I am, but I don't care. Iamworried about him. Why are his eyes glowing again? And what if his clan members start asking questions?
I run after him, and I can hear Sybil's voice cutting through the gaping silence in the room to tell the musicians to start playing again. She's always been good at handling damage control. I hear the music behind me as I run and wonder just how much speculation the crowd is doing about Treyton and his glowing eyes.
But I'm not worried about the reaction of the other supernaturals right now. I'm worried about Treyton. I search through the hallways of the den, calling his name, and finally find him standing in a dark corner of the hallway just outside one of the den bedrooms. I see his eye before I see the rest of him. He's breathing heavily, like he's trying to catch his breath, and I worry that he's having a panic attack. Or maybe he's still angry about that other vampire dancing with me that he has to calm himself down.
"What's wrong?" I ask as I walk up to him and search his luminous eyes for answers.
But instead of responding, Treyton stares at me with an intense look and an open mouth. Then, he reaches out and pulls me against him. I barely get out a gasp before his mouth is pressed against mine.
I am shocked and startled by the quick, reflexive movement, but also delighted—insanely delighted—by it. I press my body into his like I can't get close enough. I feel the excited tension in his muscles as he holds me. His tongue pushes through my parted lips and wraps around my own, and I'm flooded with longing for him.
If I questioned how he felt about me before, I don't now. The answer is clear. He wants me just as much as I want him.
Each kiss is more urgent than the one before it. His hand runs over the soft fabric of my dress, and when they stop at my breasts, my fingers clench onto the front of his shirt and without thinking, I tug it loose from his pants. In a matter of seconds, the bulge at the front of his jeans is swollen and pressing against my pelvis, and I want more than anything to release it from his boxers. I reach between his legs and grasp the throbbing mass, and Treyton groans in response, then lifts me up and carries me into the empty bedroom, kicking the door closed behind us and wasting no time setting me on the bed, where he swiftly removes my dress and lays me down. I watch as he pulls his shirt over his head and undoes his jeans.
When he climbs over me, I surge my body against his, letting one thing lead to another and becoming entirely swept up in him.
I can hear the party still going on downstairs beneath us, like a low, humming soundtrack for the ecstasy I am about to experience. I've never made love to a vampire before. Part of me wonders if I feel at least a little bit afraid. But the much,muchbigger part of me is so gushing with insatiable desire for him that I part my thighs and pull him down onto me, pressing my mouth back to his and encircling his tongue with my own as I beg him with my eyes to push inside me.
Treyton doesn't hesitate. He lets out a long, low moan as his body fills mine, and I quiver at the sensation. I'm teetering on the brink of uncontrollable pleasure, and I don't want it to end too soon. He must feel that too, because he's careful, slowly, steadily moving inside me—drawing the climb toward climax out as long as we both can bear it. And when the moment finally comes, our bodies fly into feverish fits of tremors that I can feel from the bottom of my feet to the roots of my teeth.
12
TREYTON
Ican hear people walking around outside the bedroom door. They're calling my name, searching for me, probably wondering where I've gone and why I left the great ball so abruptly. Thankfully, everyone in the clan knows better than to open a closed door inside the den, whether it's unlocked or not.
