What s wrong?
I don t want to accidentally bite you. He looked up to Aleric and quickly pulled his lips back,
flashing his straight white teeth. He had somehow willed his fangs to recede.
It was on the tip of Aleric s tongue to tell Raphael that he didn t much mind if he bit him he d done
it himself to Raphael on a couple occasions thus far and knew there would be many more to come when
the man slid off the bed, gracefully dropping to his knees at Aleric s feet.
Raphael grasped his hips, opened his mouth, slipped out his tongue. Aleric had no idea how he held
back the orgasm. It was right there, at the base of his cock. The pressure building in his ballocks to near
impossible levels, he speared his fingers in Raphael s soft hair, completely disheveling the neat queue at his
nape, and silently urged the man to do more than merely flick the tip of his tongue over the crown.
He let out ragged moan, his head tipping back, as silken lips slid down to the base, engulfing the
entire length in blissful wet heat. His legs shook as Raphael picked up a rhythm of long, decadent strokes,
sucking hard each time he pulled back. Aleric could not even look at him, for he knew if he did, the sight
would have him spilling down Raphael s throat. The man s mouth was heaven. Second only to his body.
No, his kiss. No, his touch.
Everything about Raphael drove him to the edge of distraction. Rousing need on a scale he had never
experienced before.
A hand shifted from his hip, fingers splayed and drifting toward his groin. Then two digits pressed
against his length. Raphael s rhythm unbroken, he took his fingers and Aleric s cock into his mouth on the
next downward glide.
A memory passed through him. There and then gone. So quickly he hadn t been able to grasp it. He
furrowed his brow, tried to will that recollection back, but Raphael was sucking his wits right out of his
cock.
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The lightest whisper over his ballocks and those wet fingertips were sliding behind to swirl over his
entrance.
His knees threatened to buckle as the memory slammed into him, the force of it almost knocking him
over.
Hannah.
He tightened his grip on Raphael s hair and flung the man off him.
Raphael landed on his back a few paces away, skidding into the chair and knocking it to the floor with
a loud clatter. Confusion and shock written all over his face, he stared at Aleric. He pushed up onto his
elbows. Aleric?
He shook his head, one hard movement warning the man to hold his damn tongue.
Usually come and go through one of the windows.
Your bedchamber window wasn t locked& easily accessible from the rooftop.
The image of Katerina s two vampires, crouched on the warehouse roof, flittered through his head.
But even throwing back a bottle of brandy will only&
The brandy, his spirit of preference, that had awaited him in the bedchamber. The absence of the drab
coat he detested in the wardrobe Raphael had brought to the house. The kidskin gloves he thought he had
lost long ago. The once missing cravat pin and the mate to his onyx cufflink.
From the moment Aleric had first laid eyes on Raphael last night, the man s presence had felt so
familiar, as if he had known Raphael all his life. Yet he actually knew very little about the man. The little
he did know he had learned by questioning him. But Raphael had somehow known every detail about
Aleric. No questions necessary. Except one why Aleric had cut ties with his family.
Christ! And Raphael had just touched him in the exact same manner as Hannah had just last night.
My apologies, Lord Aleric, for the lack of a proper introduction.
Bloody fucking hell.
It had not been fate.
His chest worked under the force of his suddenly harsh breaths, as a torrent of betrayal and rage roiled
up from within. Pounded through his veins, hot and fierce, mixing with the lust roused to a fever pitch to
form a noxious concoction. Hands clenched in fists at his sides, he stepped toward Raphael.
How did you know my name?
Raphael swore his heart stopped. All he could do was stare at Aleric looming above him.
How? The word snapped through the air. I never told you. Never introduced myself.
He opened his mouth but no words would come out. His mind completely blank, swamped with
shock, unwilling to accept how everything had turned so horribly wrong so very quickly.
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How the hell did you know the address to my apartments?
Raphael closed his eyes. Utter and absolute anguish settled over him. A thick, heavy blanket of misery
that killed every trace of happiness, robbed him of all hope. The most horrendous pain tore at his chest, a
pain that would now be with him always.
How had he not foreseen this? Not even worried once that Aleric would question how he had known
something as simple as his name, never mind the address to his apartments.
If that was not the height of foolishness, he didn t know what was.
He knew what he d done. Knew his mistake. This was his punishment for savoring Aleric s single-
minded focus on him. All he had wanted was to please Aleric, to fan his desires while reveling in the
sensation of being the sole object of Lord Aleric Vane s attention. For finally being in the position he had [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]