inch of her.
Her words ricocheted around his head, slicing clean through the last of his restraint. He could barely remember why he was fighting the urge to take whatever she was willing to give him.
Hadn’t he waited long enough? Denied himself even the most innocent touch when every part of him wanted her exactly where she was—in his arms?
“Please—”
He opened his mouth over hers, and the first touch of her lips—soft and scorching—burned through him hotter and brighter than a flare. The heat seared all the way down to the bone as he dragged her into a kiss much faster and harder than he planned. Slowing down briefly crossed his mind, until she gripped his shirt and moaned.
Silky strands of her hair caressed the back of the hand he hooked around her nape. Every bold sweep of her tongue against his jerked at the chain keeping his darkest hungers staked deep within.
He pressed her harder against the door, skimmed his hands up her sides, then slipped them beneath her shirt. Gods, he needed to touch her. Touch all of her. She shivered, and he broke from her lips to explore the slender curve of her neck.
A couple stumbled into the end of the hallway but never made it any further. Not when the woman was pushed up against the wall, the Fae’s hand between her legs, pushing her skirt up.
Lucan twisted the door knob, wanting to have Briana alone. The door gave way only a couple of feet, and then slammed shut. But not before he got a glimpse of the guy inside.
Mac?
“Get your own damn room,” a woman snapped through the door.
“Nessa?” Briana laughed, then didn’t give either of them a second to contemplate what was happening on the other side of the door. “Come on.”
She shoved the steel exit door open hard enough to slam it against the back alley’s brick wall. The damp night air rushed over his skin, but did nothing to cool the fever raging inside him.
A fever that burned hotter when she threw him a tempting look over her shoulder.
The door hadn’t even shut and her mouth was beneath his. He wasn’t sure who reached for the other first —didn’t care. Once he anchored his hands in her hair, as though it could keep him grounded somehow, he cared only about memorizing the drugging taste of her, the way her lips parted eagerly under his.
Not even the ambrosia he’d drunk from the Grail on the day he became one of Arthur’s immortal knights tasted as incredible as Briana’s kiss.
The voice that cautioned him something was wrong was little more than a whisper now, drowned out by the roar of an ocean during a rising storm.
A silky murmur of approval hummed in her throat, and he pushed his tongue into her mouth, stroking deep. Her fingers slid beneath his shirt, skimming his stomach.
He groaned. “I promised your brother—”
“That my clothes would stay on,” she finished for him. “Nobody said anything about yours.” She yanked off his shirt.
She ran her palms up his chest. Pure feminine satisfaction sparked in her eyes. His own slid shut at the lazy exploration, her nails lightly raking on her second pass.
“Briana—” He bit down to silence the fierce demand she not play with him. He didn’t know how much he could take.
She stilled. “Haven’t you craved my touch?” She massaged the back of his neck before sinking her fingers into the ends of his hair, tugging just hard enough to make sure he was paying attention.
Had Excalibur itself materialized next to him he couldn’t have looked away from her.
She nipped his jaw. “Has wanting to touch me again never crossed your mind?”
“It’s never been far from it.”
Her cat showed in her eyes, and then she leaned in to seal her mouth over his. Need jack-knifed through him, and he locked his arms around her. With her body flush against him there was no longer a need to imagine the warmth of her skin, the softness, the sweetness—forbidden thoughts that haunted his dreamless sleep.
She somehow edged closer, her thigh sliding between his, and then there was nothing soft or sweet about his thoughts. Once more they revolved about her nails sinking into his bare back as he sank into her.
Hands in her hair, he pressed into her welcoming body, letting her know exactly how hard he was for her. She nipped his jaw, his ear, his bottom lip, pulling him into her mouth and sucking hard enough he ached to see her on her knees, sucking something far more sensitive.
Slipping his hands down to her ass, he lifted her off her feet, grinding her against the length of his cock.
“Luc…” The rest of her words were lost as he recaptured her mouth, sliding his tongue between her lips as slowly as he let her body slide back to the ground.
She tipped her head to the side, inviting him to tease a slow path to her shoulder.
The pounding of her pulse echoed in his head, and he lingered over the sweet spot. He dragged his teeth along her skin, rocked by a wave of hunger so intense it nearly dropped him to his knees.
Gods, he needed so much from her.
The moment his fangs pricked her flesh, Briana whimpered, and he froze.
She cut off his retreat, surprising him.
“I need to go.” He could feel the hunger invading every cell in his body, taking over. Where the hunger pulsed the deepest, the monster within him stirred. Lucan could again feel its interest in Briana when only blood and death ever appealed to that part of him.
She shook her head. “You can’t leave.”
“If you knew the thoughts running through my head you wouldn’t be standing in my way.” Thoughts he’d be wise to share, if only to make her understand. To make her run. If he lost control…
“You want to drink from me.” No fear or revulsion. Only…curiosity? “Don’t deny it.”
He wanted far more than just her blood. Always had. Which was why he needed to get as far from her as he could. He hadn’t dared touch her in centuries for fear of the consequences. If anything happened to her…
He should have left her with Tristan.
All too aware of the darkness pushing closer to the surface, Lucan made a move to go around her.
She growled, blocking his path once more. “You swore to keep me safe.”
“I thought you didn’t need my protection?”
Briana edged toward him like the lethal predator carefully buried beneath gorgeous blue eyes pleading with him to stay. “But the one thing I can’t protect myself from is you.”
He closed his eyes, his hands clenched tight at his sides. “Right now I pose the biggest threat.”
“Bigger than you think.” She touched his face, her palm cool on his overheating skin.
He hissed out a breath.
“Your eyes are nearly black, Luc. How far do you think you’d get before the madness drives you back to me?”
Fear, cold and sharp punched through his chest. It wasn’t losing himself that he feared as much as the wraith’s rising interest in Briana.
For years after Rhiannon had enslaved him—
As the centuries went by he’d learned to recognize the monster’s presence, its awareness. It’s determination.
And right now the wraith was determined to be close to Briana.
“If you give in now, you won’t lose control,” she pressed.
“You don’t know that.” The words were like blistering rocks in his throat.
Her lips whispered over his, her gaze reassuring. “And you don’t know that I’m wrong.”
