shes, revealing the big brown eyes that were still

nder her breath. Like it

nd the other lazily and very distractingly wonderful to look at over his muscled abs. Grace

’d told himself it was for her safety because he'd promised to take care of her. He ha

s or to awaken well before sunset just so he could study her pale, polished, beautiful face. And to make his guilt worse was that when he had her last night, he foun

t heated gaze burns right into him, James shivered, his muscle

trusted friends and a warrior died few days ago from an ambush. He sighed and closed his eyes. Louie was a dear friend. They'd been to many wars, many count

pened yesterday, James wondered why she had totally forgotten it. After all, he had enticed h

otect his best friend's hybrid daughter. He was a man of words. After all, he was James Grayson III, a billionaire, the most powerful pure-bred vampire and the leader of the secret brotherhood of the undead, and for centuries he had a deadly score to settle with the hunters who killed his fami

e owned by a vampire hunter. So when he saw her getting wasted in the pub last night, he grabbed the opportunity and brought her to the ancient rites and made h

as if she couldn't believe

gain, "What about those… I mean, those dark-hoode

e the whole night," he smirked, "Does it answer your question?" He said that look

the shining purity of this mortal, an innocence that the tortured sadness in him yearned for. It was like her innocence could soothe away the festering d

thing but the pulse of his dick and never the pulse o

that he hadn’t expected and didn’t even know he needed, but losing

t. A spontaneous understanding of his attitude since kno

re vicious and traitors, but she was the only one who could eventually make him feel better.

him for centuries were being weakened by the little woma

blus

gh there was a very confusing part of her that felt,

e," James grinned, winki

ce blushed, her eyes quic

at, swee

grow

a gentleman, of course, so I politely decline your offer eve

eyes darted up to his, her face

ing. I most cer

hold our liquor slightly

again, gla

r anything, you

his, mortal, how come one of us is

r face flushed w

outh in a silencing kiss. How else could he halt the furious rant without bodily harm? A distinguished purpose that was swiftly thwarted by the intoxicating excitement that

so help him. It was like n

o kiss, taste, and nibble on every delicious curve. He craved to be buried deep i

to hear those low, husky moa

ps softening. The scent of arousal flowered on her skin, expandi

was r

rong enough to handle the ancient excitement. Now her foul smell

of her hair, saturating himself in sensations th

examining the stubborn line of her jaw. Her nails dug through the thin shirt, causing sharp darts of delightf

you!" Grac

, but de

the intoxicating necessity of his

cream or slap him, or maybe to

of him. But he was like a wall of bricks!

led but questioned whether she

answer

a frigid composure that masked the f

etheart. Stop wiggling

humiliation and anger at having

w d

"My mistake, I thought you were aski

row aside his huge body and flee as she wished. Then, with a noticeab

ed. "Later, you

g, not bad for a b

e’d melted into an uncomfortable pool of willing flesh? How pathetic, she was supposed to

s hard and amazing, and

toxicating, clouding her already dizzy senses. She hadn’t asked for his approval and pushed him harder.

rywhere but him. More of the night was coming back in flashes—the shots of God knows what. T

y thought, and a smile curved his

yanked it away. Grace shrieked, quickly jerkin

s deep laugh f

essed,

e was dressed all right—if you call a pair of white, skin-tight, mouldin

taring at the floor as the

off if you’re that

agine him doing just that

s still hurting. His thing was so gigantic that it bulged and she wanted to see it again

n please?" Grace muttered a

ain. "Actually, don’t. I th

burned a hole in the floor next to the bed. Sh

s draped an arm around her waist to haul her again

while I was deep inside y

ed by the gigantic man or enjoying the pleasant war

o get a lot more up c-close and personal with those b

of fear of her threat. She shivered as his teeth lightly scraped down the curve of her neck, s

? The more

ips instead, which earned Jam

shiv

, littl

U

want, sweetheart, but I know you like it when I'm in

e! "How

into the dark inside of the room, head

n a giant, over-smug, obnoxiously jerk pain in her as

she wa

sharp watch. Hell, this was her first, and probably only, chance to definitely enjoy what most women take for granted. She’d be damned if