“It’s the rap.”
He barked out a laugh, then stopped, his eyes widening.
I had a hunch he couldn’t remember the last time he laughed either.
“Can I ask you a question?”
“Sure. Why not?” I knew he was teasing me, but I ignored it.
I asked, “Where are we going? For real.”
“For real?” That slightly admonishing tone was back, but his eyes had warmed. “I’m not familiar with that phrase.”
“It means be real with me.”
“We’re going to see someone.”
Some of my buzz started to lessen. “That doesn’t sound fun.”
“Because it won’t be, for you.”
“What?”
The air was still again.
Though I was a lot more liquored up than I thought I’d be.
I sat up, and the vehicle started to dip a little bit.
A whole lot more.
I was thinking back, remembering.
He was the one who went into the store. I went with him, but he picked up the bottle. He took it to the counter. He paid for it, and he handed it off to the driver. There hadn’t been a second’s hesitation. He stepped back, motioned for me to walk with him, and we went to the vehicle.
We rounded to my side.
The door was opened.
The driver had been coming around the front of the vehicle, and he handed off the bottle to Kieran.
Kieran passed it to me.
I got in and hadn’t thought about it. I just started drinking.
A pair of white butt cheeks in mid-thrust was still on replay in my head. I was laser focused on that bad memory and keen to drink it out of me.
I looked at the bottle. I’d only had a third of it.
I shouldn’t be this drunk.
I turned back to him. “You drugged me.”
He grinned, and I wasn’t too drunk to notice how my entire body lit up at that sight. Damn, but he was really pretty. He shook his head, his tone wry. “It’s a spell to put you to sleep. Nothing else. As much as I’ve enjoyed your commentary and thoughts, I do need to do some work.”
“What kind of work?”
“You.”
“Me?”
My eyelids were getting a lot heavier.
I was going to fall asleep, but he was talking. I needed more information.
I also needed to come to terms with the fact that I’d been kidnapped.
Why hadn’t I tried to run away?
Right.
Because of him.
That’d be useless.
I needed—I needed to stay awake. I was seeing a shimmer of his energy, the one that was tight against his skin, and I couldn’t help myself. A little bite, and I’d have enough energy to stay away.
I reached for it, and I took a small strand, the thinnest, and I did what I told him I never did.
I took a bite.
Someone should’ve warned me about what would happen next.
I was pulled back into that same dark place as the last time I touched his energy, but I was held suspended in the air. I felt his breath on the back of my neck, and my body warmed.
Tingles traveled down my spine.
I felt a caress around my throat, then the feel of him behind me.
He fit his body to mine.
A throbbing started inside of me.
I wanted him.
Badly.
Arms encircled me, and he began moving against me. So slowly. So sensually.
I gasped.
Another caress started down my back, and I arched into it, wanting more. Needing more.
I’d never experienced this with anyone else. Just tuning into him, and I was almost panting.
Yearning and wanton desire crawled under my skin, exploring my body, pushing to all my extremities. My legs. My toes. Fingers. Nails.
My heart was pounding.
My vision was blurred.
It was only the touch of him holding me captive.
I would’ve done anything for him in that moment.
I felt more of his touch rising up my legs, my calves, my knees, my thighs, and a slight pressure.
I was rolled to my back, and my legs parted.
He was above me, and moving over me, and I felt that same touch between my legs.
I wanted him to sheath himself inside of me, thrusting in, all the way in, and then, just like that—I was yanked back, and out.
I was brought back to the vehicle, and Kieran was watching me from across the seat, a shrewd look in his eyes. Cold blasted me, not from the air conditioner, and I began shivering.
I was yearning again, but yearning to go back to what that was. I felt warm and desired.
Was that what he meant about it being sexual for others? HO-LEE-SHIT.
A carnal and primitive desire was lacing through me, and it was as if I’d been awakened. Every cell in my body was crying in protest.
I tasted my tears before I realized I was crying.
As I stared at him, he was merely watching me. That same look in his eyes.
Waiting. He was waiting for something. For me?
But not even a second later, I knew what he was waiting for.
A new hunger was rising in me. I could feel everything in my body. How my foot curved. The ligaments connecting each of my bones. The muscles. The tendons. There was more. My power. It was so deeply entrenched.
He’d been right.
I could feel it now.
And it was starving.
I gaped, only able to open and close my mouth like a fish.
I needed more. Just a little bit more.
I didn’t know what, though. More. That was it.
That power was its own creature. It was stirring, stretching. It needed to be fed.
That was me. In me. I had the power to feed its every desire.
He’d been dormant. He? No, she. My power was feminine, and she was hissing. I could feel her moving all my organs, seeking whatever she needed to be fed.
I was moving on
