Page 7 of Bewitched Before Christmas
Behind them the car exploded. They were hurled forward, flying through the air, and crashing into a snowbank. Lachlan landed on top of her, hard, so the air left her lungs in awhoosh.
Once again, she struggled to breathe, and she shoved at him. He didn’t move. Had he passed out? Did vampires pass out? She changed tactics and jabbed him in the side with her finger. He was like rock. Cold, hard, unfeeling rock.
As if she’d ever kiss him under the mistletoe.
If she ever decided to fall in love—and it was a huge if—then it would be with someone…nice. And reliable. Someone she could trust to not dump her the moment things got difficult. Or inconvenient. Or they fell in love with someone else.
An emotionally retarded vampire was the last person she would kiss.
Ever.
She couldn’t believe he’d made that comment about her family not wanting her back. Bastard. She jabbed him again and this time he shifted a little and the pressure eased, and she drew a big breath of air into her lungs.
Somewhere close by the car was burning. The heat of the flames was close enough to play across her skin, and in the flickering light, she could make out his face above her. No expression. But when did he ever have an expression, unless it was angry? She’d never once seen him smile. But then most of the time he avoided her like the plague. She had seen him turn around in mid-stride and head the other way to avoid having to actually interact with her.
So why didn’t he get off her now? She wriggled, getting her hands between them and shoving hard. With no reaction whatsoever. Except maybe a slight flicker of something in his eyes. She stared into his face, so close. In the light from the fire, they glowed…crimson.
She had a funny idea that was not a good sign. Was he really, really angry? Again. But he didn’t look angry. His nostrils flared as though he scented something, and he licked his lips. A shudder ran through her. Not fear, something she wasn’t willing to analyze right then. She tried to slither out from under him, but his lower body pushed against her. Something hard—even harder than the rest of him—pressed against her belly through the layers of clothing.
Not good. Hopefully, just a vampire thing.
Except warmth was pooling in the base of her belly. Maybe she’d caught on fire.
She shifted again, and he growled low in his throat. “Don’t move.”
She went instantly still, for one second, and then she was pushing and shoving and trying to wriggle out from under him, and he wasn’t moving at all, just lying there. An immovable object. Finally, she gave up and lay still, breathing hard.
He closed his eyes, his hips pressing the length of his erection against her, and then his weight was gone, and she was free. She should get up and run or something. Instead, she lay staring up at the sky. After a minute, she rolled her head so she could look at Lachlan. He lay beside her, on his back, eyes still closed. As if sensing her focus, he blinked and sat up.
She did the same.
“You don’t have to worry. I’m not going to eat you.”
“I’m not worried.” And it was true. In a weird way she trusted him. He would keep her safe. Because Darius had asked him to. And Darius was his sire. She knew that much about vampires.
“And I’m not going to rape you.”
“It never even occurred to me.”
Hah. Liar.Seduce her maybe. Not that she was in any way seducible.
“You have a very bad effect on me,” he said.
She did? “I do?”
“Whenever I am near you, I have this urge to fuck you and feed from you. Preferably at the same time.”
The words were spoken totally without emotion and for a moment, they didn’t quite make sense. Then heat washed through her, pooling in her breasts and belly. Which was totally unacceptable. And unprecedented. She was still trying to formulate a response, when he continued, “It’s inconvenient. But that’s all it is. A minor inconvenience. And you need not be worried in my presence. I am in control.”
“Bully, for you,” she muttered under her breath. So, he wanted to fuck her and feed from her, but not that much. She was just aninconvenience.But then hadn’t her sister said the same. Must be true.
She sniffed.
Time to get out of here. It was Christmas Eve, maybe there would be something good on the TV. Take her mind off the fact that she was all alone, had no presents, and no one wanted her. And Lachlan thought she was inconvenient.
Though he did want to fuck her.
Don’t even think about it.
