Overture by Kallysten

Author:Kallysten
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Unknown publisher
Published: 2015-07-12T04:00:00+00:00

To be continued in Part 2 – Encore on August 25th, 2015

Keep reading for an excerpt.

Excerpt from Encore

I’d gone to the bar to listen to him and hadn’t had much of a chance to do that, but now… now I could. Now I did, the familiar notes washing over me like the waves on a beach, each succession of chords taking me back to the Mediterranean, back to long, heated nights and lazy days spent in bed.

Rachid couldn’t have known, of course, but if he had wanted to put my mind on sex, he’d chosen the perfect piece.

I threw another glance at Oliver, who’d helped himself to another glass and was now ensconced in an armchair to the side of the room. His eyes were half closed, but he was watching Rachid like a tiger watches its prey right before it bites. Too bad for him, I meant to bite first.

I stood from the bench, and at that Rachid’s head jerked up, his fingers stilling on the keys.

“Are you—”

I hushed him before he finished.

“Sit forward,” I demanded. “Closer to the edge. There you go.”

He did as I asked, clearly wondering what I was up to. I showed it to him soon enough, sitting behind him with my legs on either side of his and my arms around his torso. Had the bench been any narrower, it’d have been a precarious perch for me, but as I molded my chest to his back, I felt secure enough.

“Start playing again. From the start. Good boy.”

The praise had its intended effect, and the nape of his neck flushed like, I supposed, the rest of his face. It was so delightfully easy to get that reaction from him…

I pressed forward and laid my lips there, just above the collar of his shirt, where he was so warm, his blood just a scrape of teeth away. He might have guessed my intentions because he tensed against me and murmured, “Not where it’ll be seen, please.”

The hitch in his voice gave me not only permission to bite him, but also a plea to do so. I always did love having humans beg for my fangs.

With his shirt in the way, I could either bite through fabric—never appealing—or indulge in a bit of undressing. I chose the latter, of course. I raised myself a little and rested my chin on his shoulder so I could watch him play; at the same time, my hands drifted up, first to undo his tie, which I pulled off him and let fall to the floor, then to the buttons of his shirt. I undid them one at a time, humming along with the music when I found bare skin under the opening of his shirt.

“Did you go to work like that?” I whispered right against his earlobe. “With just a thin stretch of fabric between your coworkers’ eyes and this?”

On the last word, I snuck a hand past the side of his shirt and found his nipple piercing. A shudder ran through Rachid when I gave the ring a tiny tug.

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