She was silent for a moment, but his mouth feeding at her breast was causing little aftershocks, rushes of liquid heat. “I will if you behave.” There was soft laughter in her voice, an acceptance of anything he wanted.
He wanted her to sleep and silently pushed at her mind, helping her to grow more tired, but he couldn’t quite give up her body yet. He spent a few minutes gently, tenderly, nuzzling her breast. She held him while she drifted in a hazy, erotic dream.
“Sleep now,” he commanded softly and gave them both up to the healing soil and the rising sun.
Chapter Thirteen
Gary tried not to notice how pale Savannah was as she fixed him a pot of coffee. Her satin skin was almost translucent. He was groggy from the trance-induced sleep and had a hard time waking up, even after a long shower. He had no idea where the change of clothes had come from, but they were lying on the end of the bed when he awakened.
Savannah was beautiful, moving through the house like flowing water, like music in the air. She was dressed in faded blue jeans and a pale turquoise shirt that clung to her curves and emphasized her narrow rib cage and small waist. Her long hair was pulled back in a thick braid that hung below her bottom. Gary tried to keep his eyes to himself. He hadn’t seen any evidence of Gregori this evening, but he didn’t want to take any chances. He had a feeling the one thing that could change that remote expression fast was to have another man ogling Savannah.
“As soon as Gregori returns, we can go out and get you dinner,” Savannah said softly as he accepted the steaming mug of coffee.
It was already dark. Gary had no idea what had happened after he arrived at the house the night before. He cleared his throat nervously. “What exactly happened last night? All I remember is getting to the house with you and then waking up an hour ago. I’m assuming that I slept the day away.” There was a wariness in his voice, in his mind, that hadn’t been there before. It was a singular experience to realize someone had taken all control away from him.
“I didn’t wake you until we were certain it was safe. Last night Gregori had an encounter with two of the undead’s servants and a lesser vampire. He defeated them, of course, and destroyed them so they couldn’t rise again. It was safer for you to remain here. We weren’t holding you prisoner. We simply wanted to keep you safe.” Amusement crept into her voice. “I don’t think Gregori really knows what to do with you.”
Gary’s heart jumped. He cleared his throat. “I hope you mean that positively.”
Savannah’s eyes laughed at him. “Do you really think he’ll harm you? He can read your mind. If you were an enemy, he would’ve killed you back in that warehouse.” Wickedly she leaned across the table. “Of course, he really is awfully unpredictable, so you never know what he might do or where he is—” She broke off, laughing, as her arm was flung into the air as if something had shackled her wrist and jerked her backward. Savannah was dragged by something unseen from the kitchen. She was laughing, her blue eyes dancing with mischief.
Gregori tugged at her wrist, taking her out into the sanctuary of the courtyard with its dense, overgrown plants. Flowers tumbled from the overhead arbors and trailed along his shoulders as he emerged fully into the night. “You are deliberately scaring that young man to death,” he accused.
She lifted her face to his, stars from the night sky in the centers of her eyes. “Well, really, how could anyone doubt you?” As her palm caressed the hard line of his jaw, one fingertip touched his perfect mouth.
“Stop thinking you have to protect me, Savannah. It is enough that I have you. I do not need anyone else.” He bent his head to find her mouth. On rising, he had taken her twice with his insatiable appetite, yet his body was again stirring to life at the thought that she would rally to his defense.
The moment his mouth claimed hers, she felt the earth moving in that peculiar, shifting way, the white streak of fire rushing through her bloodstream to pool low and hot. Her body went liquid, boneless, melting instantly into his. His arms crushed her close. “Feed, ma petite.Feed for me.”
Her lips burned over his throat in obedience; her tongue stroked his pulse there. It was sensuous. Erotic. His body tightened with alarming need. His pulse jumped beneath the exploring caress. Gregori caught her slender form and held her even tighter to him, enclosing her in the protection of his arms.
Savannah took her time, enticing, teasing, deliberately arousing him further. She reveled in the feel of his body thrusting hard and aggressively, his hips pressed into her. As her teeth pierced deeply, he made a sound, a hoarse, inarticulate cry, as the white lightning sizzled and danced through his body like a whip of pain and ecstasy, until it was impossible to tell where one sensation left off and the other started.
Then he felt the disturbance in the night air, a whisper of movement, and he knew they were not alone. Holding her protectively, his body sheltering her from prying eyes, Gregori raised slashing silver eyes to the man wandering into the courtyard. Gary hadn’t spotted them yet; his gaze was full of wonder at the unexpected beauty of the yard. Gregori sank deeper into the shadows, swirling a cape of invisibility around them. His hand found the nape of her neck, pressing her mouth to his skin.
Her feeding was stirring his body to greater demands. He could not imagine watching her feed from another male when he was burning with fire from the simple act. Slowly, reluctantly, Savannah stroked her tongue across the tiny pinpricks and lifted her head. Her eyes were drowsy, as if they had made love, her lips tempting. A small dot of red clung to the corner of her mouth, and Gregori instantly dipped down to taste it with his tongue.
His mouth shifted so that he could explore hers, at first demanding, then in a slow, careful kiss that seared her with tenderness. Savannah smiled up at him, her heart in her eyes. “We are not alone, mon amour,” he whispered into her ear.
She laughed softly with regret, throwing her head back so her long braid swayed. “Weren’t you the one who invited him to stay?”
“I believe that was you,” he corrected through clenched teeth. She was a fever in his blood. A madness he had no hope of curing. He wanted no cure. He bent to find her breast through the thin material of her shirt.
The night air was soft and cool against his skin. The bats dipped and wheeled above them. The scent of blossoms was all around them as their bodies tangled together. Savannah laughed at him, the sound joyful, echoing in his heart. “Be careful, Gregori, we wouldn’t want you to lose your illusion of the big bad bogey man.” Her fingers laced together behind his neck.
“You are being a little instigator,” he accused.
She nibbled at the lobe of his ear, teasing it with the tip of her tongue. The aroma of coffee was drifting nearer. The soles of Gary’s tennis shoes swished softly along the tiles of the patio. His clothes brushed against the fronds of huge ferns as he neared the shadows where they were secreted.
Gregori found himself suppressing a groan. Savannah brought his head down to circle his neck with her arms, finding his mouth with hers, taking her time, enjoying herself, a teasing taste of satin fire that burned through his body and threatened to consume him, threatened his control. You are playing with fire,ma chérie.
Mmm, and it’s so delicious, too,she murmured softly, losing herself in the sheer pleasure of his dominating mouth.
Gary was just on the other side of the arbor, the screen of honeysuckle and trumpet vines heavy between them. Gregori took command of the situation, reluctantly lifting his head, a dark promise in his glittering eyes, a soft groan escaping his throat.
Gary had thought himself completely alone. He looked around the courtyard carefully, his fingers tightening around the coffee mug. He could hear Savannah’s soft laughter. Sexy. Tempting. He shook his head. The woman was a menace. He would hate it if she were his. Only a man very strong and able to do without any male friends could have a siren like her. She was more than a handful; she was a disaster waiting to happen.