"Do you like this?"
Shockingly she bent downward to flick her tongue over the clenched peak and Viper gave a muffled shout. The pleasure raced through his entire body, tightening his erection and making him worry for the first time in centuries if he might actually reach climax with nothing more than a touch.
His fingers entangled in her hair, urging her to continue with her delectable caresses.
She did.
Even as his heavy lids slid shut, her delicate fingers trailed a blazing path down his clenched stomach to toy with the edge of his boxers. He jerked in response, a growl coming from his throat.
"Oh, yes."
"Yes, what?" she whispered, clearly taking a perverse enjoyment in driving him to the point of madness.
He spread heated kisses over her face as he shifted to jerk down the offending boxers.
"Are you deliberately attempting to torture me?" he rasped, his hand moving to cover hers so that he could urge it toward his straining erection. "Or do you simply wish me to beg?"
"Torture and begging? I like the sound of both," she retorted.
Viper laughed softly only to have it end in a broken moan as her fingers stroked the throbbing length of him with a tentative touch.
"Holy hell," he gasped, his back arching as she gently explored him from tip to base and back again.
There was nothing experienced in her touch. It was more as if she were discovering for herself how best to bring the low groans to his throat, but he had never battled so hard to keep himself from thrusting in mindless need and spilling his pleasure.
He buried his face in her hair as she clasped him in a firm grip, careful not to allow her to feel his fully extended fangs. He had no desire to remind her that he was one of the dreaded vampires.
Not now.
Nothing was going to spoil the mood.
Nothing but the sudden pounding on the heavy oak door.
"Shay." The piercing, irritating, utterly unwelcome voice of Levet floated through the air. "Do you intend to lie in bed the entire day? I'm starving out here."
Viper froze, but Shay bolted from the bed as if she had been shot from a cannon. Hastily she wrapped the robe about her shivering body.
The mood was most definitely broken. And if her stricken expression was anything to go by, it wasn't going to be coaxed back to life anytime soon.
With a snarl of frustration, Viper tossed himself on his back and smacked the mattress with his fists.
"I... will... kill... him."
Chapter Eleven
Shay was seated at the kitchen table with Levet polishing off the last of the apple pie set before her. It wasn't that she was starving. Thanks to Viper's housekeeper she had discovered the kitchen overflowing with food. Most of which she had put a credible dent in.
But she had a habit of eating whenever there was something troubling her mind. Especially if that something was a silver-haired, dark-eyed vampire who could turn her into a raging hormone with a mere glance.
My God, she had wanted him so badly. Wanted to feel him shudder beneath her touch, to hear him groan in pleasure, to guide him within her so that she could join him in paradise.
And worse, she couldn't even totally convince herself that it would never happen again.
Or that she didn't want it to happen again.
She was pathetic. Pathetic, pathetic, pathetic.
She scooped another bite of apple pie and stuffed it in her mouth. Thank God Shalotts never had to worry about their weight.
In contrast Viper was not an eater, but a stomper.
Having consumed his bottle of blood in one swig he had begun storming through the house, rallying his troops to ensure that the guards were on duty, and calling in assistance to begin repairing the tunnels. He swirled through the house attired in a pair of black velvet pants that fit tight enough to make Shay choke on her pie and a silver shirt that was left open to reveal his perfect chest. He was delicious enough to tumble to the ground and have her way with him. Except for the unmistakable scowl that marred his handsome features.
In fact it was almost a relief when he muttered something I beneath his breath and slammed out the back door.
"I do not know why that vampire is in such a foul mood," Levet muttered, working his way through his fourth bowl of stew. "Thanks to me he was not turned into a pile of dust. And with your swift thinking you managed to defeat the Lu. He should be bowing at our feet in gratitude, not stomping around as if he has a stake stuck up his butt."
Shay sighed as she moved aside the empty pie pan. "I wouldn't push it right now, Levet."
Something in her tone made the gargoyle regard her with a raised brow. "Cherie, exactly what did I manage to interrupt?"
A stupid blush touched her cheeks. "I said don't push it."
Levet gave a sudden laugh. "Ah ... so your hatred of vampires does not extend to the boudoir? I cannot fault your taste. He is gorgeous in a cold, arrogant sort of manner."
Shay regarded her friend with a dangerous frown. "You think Viper arrogant? Isn't that the pot calling the kettle black?"
"Pot?" Levet gave a helpless lift of his hands. "I do not know what this black pot is."
Shay rolled her eyes. "Forget it, Levet. You've been in America since the Revolution. Your command of English is better than my own."
"English, bah. Such a foul language. There is no romance, no beauty. Just horrid noises that grate upon my delicate ears."
Attempting to appear casual Shay gave a lift of her brow. Somehow, someway, this ridiculous gargoyle had become an important part of her life. She couldn't bear to think of him being hurt because of her.
"Then why do you remain here? Why not return to France?"
A shudder raced through the small, gray body. "You mean to the loving arms of my family? Sacrebleu, I would not survive such a reunion. The last that I heard my brothers were determined to have my head upon a pike."
Shay grimaced. "Yeah, families are a bitch. From all I have discovered most of my extended kin are bloodthirsty assassins who often keep the skins of their kills as trophies."
"Charming."
She tugged on her long braid that was still damp from the shower. "There are places besides France for you to go. I've heard Italy is a beautiful country."
A beat passed as the gargoyle stared at her with growing suspicion. "Are you attempting to be rid of me?"
She hesitated as she tried to come up with a reasonable lie beneath that steady regard. At last she blew out a sigh. Shit. She never could manage to lie worth a crap.
"Levet we both know that I'm not safe to be around. Something out there wants me dead and they don't care who they have to hurt to get to me."
His wings twitched in outrage. "You think me a coward to run from danger? Why do you not just cut off my manhood and be done with it?"
"I have never thought you a coward, but it's stupid to put yourself in danger when there is no need."
Levet ducked his head to finish off the last of his stew. And more importantly to hide his expression from her.
"I have nothing better to do for the moment. I might as well remain and protect you while I await something to catch my fancy."
Shay found herself ridiculously touched. For all his grumpiness the gargoyle did care for her.
"Levet—" About to demand that he find someplace safer to be, Shay was abruptly cut off as a roar split the night air. "What the hell was that?"
Levet hopped off his chair to go to the door and pull it open. "The howls of the damned. Or a very angry vampire. They seem to be coming from the garage."
"The garage." Shay slowly lifted herself to her feet as a sense of dread filled her stomach. "Oh."
"What is it?" Levet demanded.
"I might have had some difficulties with Viper's car."
"What sort of car?"
"A Porsche, I think. What does it matter?"
Levet rolled his eyes heavenward. "Holy mother of God."
Shay frowned as the gargoyle grabbed a loaf of freshly baked bread and headed toward the stairs to the basement.
"Where are you going?"
"To find shelter from the coming storm."
There was another roar and Shay pressed a hand to her cramped stomach. "You just promised you would remain to protect me."
Levet sent her a raspberry. "You wrecked a man's Porsche. You are on your own."
"Traitor." she called after the retreating demon.
Her voice was still ringing through the kitchen when the back door was thrust open and a surge of power rushed over her skin as Viper stepped into the room.
Despite her best intentions Shay discovered herself backing into the nearby counter as he swept forward.
"What did you do?" He came to a halt a few steps away, as if not at all certain he could trust himself to be any closer. Shay clutched the countertop behind her, grudgingly accepting that even in his fury he was fiercely beautiful. It was almost an effort not to reach out and touch him just to remind herself he was real and not just some fantasy from a woman's dream. "Stop by a demolition derby on your way?"
She sternly gathered her thoughts.
