He brushed his lips over hers, and she stared up at him, lost in his spell.
“How are you so handsome?”
“How are you so lovely?” He looked wondrous, an expression she’d never seen on the vampire. “You are human, yet you are powerful.” He placed his hand over her heart, and she felt her heartbeat slow, felt it matching his, though she had no idea how she could sense that.
“I must…” He didn’t finish his thought. Instead, he moved to her breast. After one more look at her face, he lowered his mouth and sucked her nipple, biting the flesh around it.
He moaned as he sucked her blood, his dick pressing into her belly with insistence.
To Val’s shock, she wanted him all over again.
“This isn’t normal,” she said on a breath, not caring.
“No. It isn’t.” But Khent didn’t seem to care either, for he started making love to her all over again.
It was hours before they ceased.
CHAPTER
THIRTY-ONE
Val woke to an empty room.It took her a moment to realize she’d survived a trip to Irkalla with Khent, Rolf, and Mormo, only to return to the house and leave everyone while she and Khent fucked like rabbits.
She groaned, embarrassed and confused. Not that Val didn’t enjoy sex, but she had been so focused on her mission to end Vladimir for so long she hadn’t sought it out. And she’d never expected to ever find pleasure with a vampire.
So what was going on? When Khent kissed her, she forgot about everything but having sex with him. That wasn’t normal. A spell of some kind?
Yet she didn’t get the impression Khent had tried to capture her that way.
The door opened, and he walked in, dressed impeccably as usual. Dark clothing, his hair in a perfect sweep off his regal forehead. The guy looked like a long-forgotten king in contemporary clothing. Too easily, he gave the impression of royalty.
As he did now, looking down at her with a superior smirk. She didn’t get too upset though. His eyes flashed red, hot with desire, and he hastily glanced away.
Perhaps not as in control of himself as he’d like to be?
“Valentine, come. Stop lazing about in bed. We have things to kill.” He pulled back the sheets, stared down at her, and gave a soft groan. “I—I’ll await you in the other room.”
In a blink, he was gone.
She stared down at herself, seeing nothing off about her appearance except she was naked.
Had Khent run from her? Actually run froma human?
In a much better mood, though a little bummed he hadn’t stuck around for a quickie, she took a fast shower to clean up and dressed in the clothing left on the bed. A new pair of jeans and tee-shirt, this one black.
She even had clean undergarments in her size.
Weird. But she needed to get moving. She couldn’t linger at the vampire house having sex all day.
Or night. Since Khent was moving around, the sun had to have set. Unfortunately, she’d lost track of days. After turning on more lights so she could see more easily, she found her phone charging on the nightstand.
The time showed a little past eight p.m. on Thursday. She must have slept the day away.
She shot Talon a text letting him know she was still fine and mentally checked in to learn that Grizz, Aisha, and the others remained on high alert, patrolling for danger. So she signed off with word to get back to them all later.
After convincing herself not to be embarrassed for having a marathon sex session after leaving Irkalla—when everyone else had seen Khent drag her away—she joined Khent and a few others in the kitchen, congregated around the island.
Rolf, Khent, and Orion drank from goblets. Mormo munched on grapes, while Onvyr seemed to eat plate after plate of meats and vegetables. His dark skin fascinated her because it was so inhuman, ink-black, which set off the light indigo of his eyes.
