Episode 9 by Mina Khan
Damn, she was beautiful. Her gaze heavy with desire, her mouth soft with want. Abby flicked out her pink tongue and fluttered the tip around his left nipple.
Reed jolted. A strangled groan escaped him.
She flashed him a delighted smile and gently nipped his other nipple, almost making him burst out of his pants. “Careful darlin’or you’ll have me lose control,” he said, his voice a raspy grate.
“Would that be bad?” She looked up with wide hazel eyes. Her full lips parted.
He could imagine those lips wrapped around his hard cock. Her mouth would be warm and soft. So tempting. He sighed. But not yet.
“We’d have to start the all over again,” he said with a short laugh. “Not that I mind. I do want to take time with you, savor you,” his words came out on a smoky whisper. “But tonight, now, we need to cement the bond.”
“Right.” Disappointment flashed in her eyes, made him feel like a well-worn heel.
He pulled her up until she stood facing him, and he could look her in the eye. “I’ll make it up to you, I promise.”
She stared at him for a long moment, then nodded.
Reed swept Abby up into his arms and carried her to the bed, laying her down gently so that her ebony curls fanned out over the pillow.
He grabbed the lapels of her silky blouse and ripped the thing apart. Vampire strength definitely had its perks. She gasped. Quickly and efficiently he had her bra unhooked and pulled off, leaving her beautiful breasts free. Her dusky nipples pointed up, begging for attention.
She turned her head away then, baring her neck to him. Reed lay down next to her, brushed his knuckles down the curve of her face. “Oh, Sitara, you’re exquisite.”
Abby moaned when he grazed her skin with his incisors. Her pulse pounded just beneath like a siren call. He placed his mouth on her, tasted her on his tongue, sucked that sweet and salty skin.
“Oh Reed,” she whispered, quivering. A bolt of desire shot through him at her response.
Reed let his hand travel down to cup a full breast in his palm, he played with the nipple, rolling it between his thumb and fingers, pulling and teasing. She whimpered and squirmed, clutching at him.
Now. Reed let his fangs extend and sank them into her soft flesh. She cried out, stiffened for a moment, and then melted against him. Her blood tasted sweet and rich, intoxicating. For a moment, he lost himself in her. All of a sudden, she turned rigid in her arms.
Panicked, Reed disengaged and looked at her. Abby’s body arched into a frozen bow. Her eyes were glazed, but not with pleasure nor pain, but an otherworldly distance. Unease prickled across his skin. “Sitara, Abby, what’s wrong?”
Her head rotated towards him, trapping him in her unseeing gaze. “They’ll be here soon,” she said in an eerie and emotionless tone. “Mr. X and his mercenaries. He’s angry. So angry.”