“Anyone watching her?”
Corbin stiffened and leaned forward, letting his ankle fall from his knee. “No. Should I?”
I nodded. “Chen was mine. And earlier that night, I had fed from that girl. Chen had been instructed to feed the woman, take her to her car, and take her home. Wherever she wished to go; whatever she wished to do. She ate at one of my restaurants.”
Corbin nodded. “I know. I also know that your alibi is airtight. You never left your office after entering. I thank you for allowing my officers into your office to check it out.”
“Of course,” I said congenially. “But what I’m getting at is this: your sister has shown interest in me. My enemies will have figured that out.”
Corbin’s jaw worked.
“I…”
“We already have our own men on her, boss,” Pavlov said from the doorway.
Relief poured through me.
Why had I not thought of that earlier?
Fuck, I was getting soft.
“I don’t think that’s necessary,” Corbin interrupted. “I can handle it.”
“Like your men handled my assistant’s body?” I challenged.
Corbin’s eyes started to spit fire.
“I…”
“It’s okay. You can put your boys on her, too. Yours won’t even know mine are there.”
Corbin growled low in his throat. “How did I lose control of this conversation?”
I smiled.
“You have to have control in the first place to lose it.”
With that, I got up and walked back into my office. I even managed to get half a day’s amount of work done before I lost the battle and headed in the direction of the woman I couldn’t stop thinking about.
CHAPTER 11
Was it pervy to watch the woman that you have an unhealthy attachment to sleeping?
-Asking for a friend
CONSTANTINE
She was sleeping on her belly in her bed.
It was four in the morning, and I was about ninety-five percent certain that I should turn around and go.
But I wasn’t going to.
Not this time.
Instead of walking out the door, I stripped off my shirt.
Instead of heading for my bed, I headed for hers.
Instead of taking off my pants and tossing them into a hamper for someone to wash for me later, I was taking off my pants at the end of Acadia’s smaller than sin bed.
My underwear soon joined my pants, followed shortly by my socks—the last thing I had on my body that would keep my skin from touching hers.
The same couldn’t be said about Acadia.
She was wearing a pair of underwear, an oversized Tennessee Titans shirt, and a pair of slouchy socks that hung so low around her ankles that they would likely be off by the morning if I didn’t get to them first.
Which I did.
The socks went, followed shortly by the shirt.
She stayed asleep through it all.
Even when I slowly let my hands move up the outside of her thighs, coming to a stop at the waistband of her underwear that rode low on her hips.
“Jesus Christ,” I whispered against the swell of her ass, inhaling deeply at the sweet aroma that permeated the air around us.
She may not be awake, but her body knew I was here.
And when I dragged her flimsy excuse for a pair of panties down her muscular legs, I was overwhelmed at the sheer desire that tore through me at getting my first good look at her body completely naked.
She was exquisite.
Even without the added help of light, I could see the sleek shine of her skin.
She’d put on lotion before she’d gone to bed. A winter pear that smelled so sweet that I wanted to lick her all over.
I hadn’t gotten the chance to taste a pear in years, but I was convinced that if I licked my tongue up the line of her spine, those pleasant memories of so long ago would come roaring back to life.
The beard on my face itched to run along the same line that my tongue would’ve just descended. Tickling and teasing while I made her moan for more.
She shifted in her sleep, going from her stomach to her back, causing my belly to clench at seeing her unbound breasts.
They weren’t on the large side, but they definitely weren’t small, either.
Over my nearly a thousand years on this earth, I’d seen many breasts. Big. Small. Large nipples. Small nipples. Red. Brown. Pierced. Not pierced.
But these, on this woman? They were definitely the best ones I’d ever seen.
Tight little berries tipped on the top of pale brown nipples. Those nipples took up a small amount of her breast, making me nearly positive that I could bring every single bit of the areola inside my mouth as I sucked them.
My eyes traveled down from her breasts, stalling slightly at her belly button where I saw a piercing hanging. A red apple hung from a charm off the barbell, drawing my eyes and holding my attention for a few long seconds.
But then her legs shifted, causing my eyes to move down to the apex of her thighs.
She had hair between her legs. Not a lot, but enough that it definitely gave the impression of her being all woman.
I’d seen a lot of pussies over my time as well. Hairy and not so hairy. But I always seemed to lean toward the women that had hair. It made me feel like I wasn’t fucking some child.
And as my eyes took in everything that was Acadia with her dusky brown pebbled nipples, long legs, flared hips, and perfectly manicured pubic hair, I knew I wouldn’t be able to finish this night out without taking her.
She would be mine.
Every single inch of her I’d taste, and fuck. And when this night was over, and day turned to night once again, there wouldn’t be one single inch of her that didn’t belong to me once I was done.
I palmed my dick as I looked at her, pumping it twice as I tried to decide whether I should wake her up or not.
“Constantine?”
My eyes flew to her face, and I moved fast, covering her body with my own.
“You can see me?” I said, drawing my finger down the length of her cheek. “You’re awake?”
She nodded mutely, her eyes taking me in.
That was another added bonus to ingesting my blood. She now had enhanced vision that enabled her to see in the dark.
Any vampire’s blood would offer added benefits to whoever ingested the blood but mine had a lot of power packed into it, even when it was only a few short sips like Acadia had taken.
The erotic memory of her lips licking my blood from my skin was enough to harden my cock impossibly further.
“I didn’t want you to leave,” I told her. “I have a lot of things…”
She stopped my explanation with a kiss.
The moment her mouth slammed down onto my own, I tightened my fists in her hair and took control. My tongue found hers, and when she darted her tongue into my mouth, my fangs slid down.
“Careful,” I gasped. “You’ll cut yourself.”
She didn’t care.
She brought my mouth back down to hers, and her tongue swept back inside.
The moment her tongue came into contact with one of my fangs, her flavor burst on my tongue.
An explosion of need roared through me instantly, and everything that I was only barely able to suppress while converting Chen to a vampire—the day I’d tasted her blood for the second time—came roaring back.
My dick hardened. Lengthened. Pulsed.