She couldn’t know who he was or what that meant for humans, so what or who was she hiding?
And searching for Alia, Luc and Lilith’s own daughter? The more he thought on it, the more he realized his chances of finding her quickly were laughable. If she had a fraction of her mother’s deviousness or her father’s intelligence, he had his work cut out for him. If she had both of their strongest traits, he could very well spend eternity searching for her.
The morning light would soon bleed its way into the night sky, and the club had closed its doors after the last of its employees left some time ago. He knew there was no chance of finding Luc’s runaway tonight, yet he found himself skulking in the dark, watching the club’s shadows while he thought about a pair of vibrant green eyes that had no place in his thoughts.
The last dim light in the club went dark, and less than a minute later a light came on in the uppermost story of the same building. He couldn’t help but indulge in a brief fantasy of watching the brunette strip out of her clothes and step into a steaming shower.
Her sexy voice released a subtle moan as her slender fingers smoothed the lathered soap over silken skin. Small, feminine hands rubbed soap slowly over ripe breasts, and her berry nipples peaked with arousal. His mouth watered at the thought of taking them into his mouth and drawing deeply on them. His hands clenched with the need to feel their weight in his palms.
How would she taste? Would her flesh be sweet and hot or rich and decadent? Judging by the way his pants tightened uncomfortably, his cock heartily approved of his curiosity and was as eager to find out as him.
His hands fisted with the urge to bury his hands in the silk of her chocolate hair and pull her head back until the graceful arch of her neck was bared for his exploration. He’d draw in her clean scent, keep it with him forever, and taste the sweet satin skin below her ear.
When he pinned her hips to the wall of the shower and sank deep into her warmth, would she pant into his ear with each hard thrust or would she whimper and toss her head as she grew closer to climax? What would she do if he bound her hands above her head and withheld her orgasm until she became breathless with need? Helpless and immobile, she’d take only what he gave her and get no relief until he gave it to her.
He grinned and shook the vision off. He knew better than to get involved with humans. There was no way things could end happily. Likewise, relationships with immortals always resulted in complicated messes he didn’t have time for. His duties required nearly all of his waking time, and there was virtually no time for rest, let alone recreation. There was no time in his life for a committed relationship.
Once in a blue moon he might enjoy a brief sexual encounter with a mortal woman, but the knowledge of when he would have to escort her soul to its final resting place always hovered in the back of his mind, haunting him. Often he’d taken women from behind so he wouldn’t see the death glyph taunting him with each thrust.
What would it be like to enjoy a woman without knowledge of her upcoming death? No matter, whether this woman was human or immortal, every instinct he possessed screamed that she was trouble with a capital “T.”
As he stepped one foot out of his dark hollow to leave, two small shadows and one much larger manifested at the club’s back exit. They paused briefly and slid under the bottom of the heavy door.
Judging by their stealthy actions, it was a safe bet that they weren’t simply paying a friendly social call.
“Damn it all, I could have bypassed this mess if I’d left here thirty seconds sooner. I guess this is what I deserve for lusting over a human.”
Did he really want to get involved in this mess?
Did he have any choice?
Chapter 6
They rounded the corner and headed into the employee parking lot. A breeze swept by, and Brick stepped in close,
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