Blood Cursed 4 by Hayes Erica

Author:Hayes, Erica [Hayes, Erica]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: Paranormal, General, Fantasy, Thrillers, Erotica, Fiction
ISBN: 9780312624712
Publisher: Macmillan
Published: 2011-08-02T07:00:00+00:00

When Diamond tiptoes from the bathroom, Ember’s sleeping.

Fuck. He drags damp hair from his neck, already sweating again. He didn’t really need showerings. Only to get away from her.

Sweat shines her forehead, scarlet lashes fluttering softly on her cheek. She tosses and murmurs in her sleep, pretty lips quivering. She looks so … vulnerable.

His fingers hover over her hair, and static tingles up his wrist, where the prickly bracelet squeezes his tendons tight. The jewel glows brighter, dragging hot urgency from his blood. He wants to touch her. Brush that girlysoft hair from her face, glide his thumb over her lips, tilt her chin up for a kiss.

He recalls her honeyspice mouth opening under his, her little gasps tugging his breath away, her flavor so sweet, it ached his throat like sugar. And touching her, stroking her inside, her soft succulent flesh so wet and eager …

Irrational desire flushes him fiery all over again. God, it was hard enough to let her go once. And she’s right here in his bed, her beautiful body so fragrant and warm and begging to be touched … .

This is usually so easyfied. Her desire is real enough, isn’t it? Even if she’s confused and crazyhot in her moonblood and has no reason in the world ever to trustify him again.

Even if her smile makes him all hot and reckless, burning to touch her, set her free, hear her glossychime laugh.

Fuckity shit. He’s used people before. It’s what he does. Prettylicious ladies no exception. He’s untruthed dozens of girls. Used his talent to pleasure them, too. Never meant any badness by it. Why is this one so different?

He plops onto the couch in a pile of crunchy tinfoil and flicks on the TV. Mindless images flicker and swap, some old action movie with melting robots and a big guy in leather. But his gaze drags back to her, curled like a chocolatefrost angel in his bed, her sweaty wings ashiver. She tosses the quilt off, battling some invisible foe with twitching legs. Her skirt falls in her lap, and her thigh glistens, a single sweatdrop gliding over smooth brown skin, down into the tasty crevice between her thighs … .

He sighs, hot, and switches telly off. Not be here. Not watch her mutter and thrash in the grip of dirty-fever dreams. Not think about touching her when in two nights’ time he’s gonna feed her to a vampire.

He glances at her again, some achy-honest compulsion dragging his gaze to her face, and the dizzy flame in his blood ignites an agonizing truth he can’t ignore.

Gotta tell her everything, D.

Can’t not. Can’t.

He squeezes his eyes shut, denial a sparkling ache in his heart. But it’s no use. He can’t untruth her anymore. Not when in his mind, they’re already lovers, her sweetblood scent forever alive in his nose, her lost flavor an empty hollow inside where he hungers for her, in more ways than hot blood and a sparkle hard-on can accountify.

He snaps harsh teeth

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