The Dark-Hunters (9 page)

Julian!

She bolted up so quickly that she bumped heads with him. She heard his hiss of pain. Rubbing her forehead, she opened her eyes and saw him giving her a ferocious frown.

“Sorry,” she apologized, sitting up. “You startled me.”

He opened his mouth and placed the pad of his thumb against his front teeth to check if she’d knocked them loose.

Worse, she couldn’t miss the flick of his tongue as he tested his teeth with it. The sight of his incredibly white straight teeth that she would love to have nip her …

“What do you want for breakfast?” she asked, distracting herself from her thoughts.

His gaze shifted to the deep
V
of her dorm shirt. Following the line of his gaze, she realized that from the way she sat he could see all the way down to her embarrassingly pink Mickey Mouse underwear.

Before she could move, he pulled her across his body and claimed her lips.

Grace moaned her pleasure into his mouth as his tongue did the most wicked things to hers. Her head spun at the intense kiss, of his warm breath mingling with hers.

And to think, she’d never liked kissing.

She must have been crazy!

His arms tightened around her. A thousand flames fanned out over her body, burning her, inciting her, as they pooled into the molten zone between her thighs where she ached for him.

His lips left hers, and he trailed his tongue over her skin, searing a path to her throat where he made circles over her collarbone, her earlobe, her neck.

The man seemed to know every erogenous zone on a woman’s body!

And better still, he knew how to use his tongue and hands to massage them all for maximum pleasure.

He breathed gently into her ear, sending waves of chills throughout her body, and when he stroked her inner ear with his tongue, she shook all over.

Her breasts tingled and swelled and tightened into hard nubs that begged for his kiss.

“Julian,” she moaned, unable to recognize her voice. Her mind wanted her to tell him to stop, but the words lodged themselves in her throat.

There was so much power in his touch. Such magic. It left her aching for more.

He rolled her over, pressing her back against the mattress. Even through his pajamas, she could feel his erection, hard and hot, against her hip as his hands cupped her buttocks and he breathed raggedly in her ear.

“You must stop,” she told him at last, her voice sounding weak.

“Stop what?” he asked. “This?” His tongue swirled around and around her ear.

Grace hissed in pleasure. Chills shot all over her body like red embers, burning every inch of her. Her breasts swelled even tighter against his chest.

“Or this.” He moved one hand under the waistband of her panties to cup her where she craved him most.

Her toes actually curled in response to his hand between her legs as she arched her back against him. Oh, he was incredible!

He encircled the tender, throbbing flesh with one finger, making her burn from the inside out before he finally plunged two fingers deep inside her.

While his fingers circled and teased and stroked, he gently massaged her nub with his thumb.

“Ooo…” Grace moaned, throwing her head back at the intensity of the pleasure.

She clung to him as his fingers and tongue continued their relentless assault of pleasure. Her control gone, she rubbed herself shamelessly against him, seeking even more of his heat, his touch.

Julian closed his eyes, savoring the scent of her body beneath his, the feel of her arms wrapped around him.

She was his. He could feel her quivering and pulsing around his hand as her body writhed to his caresses.

At any moment, she would climax.

With that thought foremost in his mind, he shoved her shirt up and dropped his head down to one taut peak where he gently suckled her areola, delighting in the feel of her puckered flesh teasing his tongue.

He couldn’t remember a woman ever tasting this good. It was a taste that branded itself in his mind, one he knew he would never forget.

And she was ready for him. She was hot, wet, and tight—just the way he liked a woman’s body.

He tore the thin piece of material away from her hips that impeded his access to the part of her he was dying to explore more fully.

And at much greater length.

Grace heard the rending of fabric, but she couldn’t stop him. Her will was no longer her own. It had been swallowed up by sensations so intense that all she wanted was relief.

She had to have relief!

Reaching up, she buried her hands in his hair, not wanting him to leave her for even a second.

Julian kicked his pants off and spread her thighs wide.

Her body bursting into pure fire, Grace held her breath as he settled his long, hard body between her legs.

The tip of his manhood pressed against her core. She arched her hips toward him and clung to his broad shoulders, wanting him inside her with a desperation that defied belief.

Suddenly, the phone rang.

Grace jumped at the sound, her mind instantly slamming back into control.

“What is that noise?” he growled.

Grateful for the interruption, Grace struggled out from under him, her limbs trembling, her entire body burning. “It’s a phone,” she said, before leaning over to the nightstand and grabbing it.

Her hand actually shook as she brought the phone to her ear.

Cursing, Julian rolled to his side.

“Selena, thank goodness it’s you,” Grace said as soon as she heard her voice.

Oh, how she was grateful for Selena’s ability to know the
precise
moment to call!

“What is it?” Selena asked.

“Stop that,” Grace snapped at Julian as he licked his way down her bare buttocks. She pushed him back and put a little more distance between them.

“I’m not doing anything,” Selena said.

“Not you, Lanie.”

The other end fell as silent as the grave.

“Listen,” Grace said to Selena, her voice sharp with warning. “I need you to get some of Bill’s clothes and bring them over. Now.”

“It worked!” The piercing shriek almost splintered her eardrum. “Oh, my God, it worked! Hallelujah, I can’t believe it! I’m on my way!”

Grace turned the phone off just as Julian’s tongue traced a path from her buttocks to her …

“Stop that!”

He pulled back and gave her a shocked frown. “You don’t like it when I do that?”

“That’s not what I said,” she answered before she could stop herself.

He moved back to her …

Grace bolted from the bed. “I
have
to get ready for work.”

He propped himself up on one arm and watched her while she picked up his discarded pants and tossed them at him. He caught them with one hand as his gaze wandered leisurely over her body. “Why don’t you call in sick?”

“Call in sick?” she repeated. “How do you know what that is?”

He shrugged. “I told you, I can hear during my confinement. It’s what allows me to learn languages and understand changing syntax.”

Like a graceful panther coming out of a crouch, he pulled the blanket back and moved slowly from the bed. His pants forgotten. His body still fully erect.

Mesmerized, she couldn’t move.

“We didn’t finish,” he said, his voice low, deep. He reached for her.

“Oh, yes we did!” She ran for the safety of the bathroom and locked the door behind her.

Clenching his teeth, Julian had the sudden urge to put his head through the wall in frustration. Why was she being so stubborn?

He looked down at his stiffened body and cursed. “And why won’t
you
behave for five minutes!”

*   *   *

Grace took a long, cold shower. What was it about Julian that made her blood literally boil? Even now she could feel the heat of his body on hers.

His lips on her …

“Stop it, stop it, stop it!”

She was not some nymphomaniac who couldn’t control herself. She was a Ph.D. with a brain—and
no
hormones.

Yet it would be so easy to just forget everything and spend the next month in bed with Julian.

“Fine,” she said to herself. “Let’s say you do crawl into bed with him for a month, then what?”

She soaped her body, her aggravation dispelling the last of her desire. “I’ll tell you what. He’ll be gone and you, sister, will be left alone again.

“Remember what happened after Paul? Remember what it felt like to wander around the dorm, sick to your stomach because you let someone
use
you? Remember how humiliating it was?”

Worse, she could still hear Paul’s mocking laughter as he bragged to his friends and collected his bet. How she wished she’d been a man long enough to kick open the door to his apartment, and beat him to smithereens.

No, she wouldn’t let herself be used.

It had taken her years to get over Paul and his cruelty, and she wasn’t about to undo all that on a whim. Not even a gorgeous whim!

Nope, nope, nope. The next time she gave herself to a man it would be to someone who was committed to her. Someone who cared for her.

Someone who wouldn’t disregard her pain and continue to use her body for his pleasure as if she didn’t matter, she thought, her repressed memories resurfacing with a vengeance. Paul had acted as if she weren’t even there. As if she were nothing more than an emotionless doll designed only to serve his pleasure.

And she wasn’t about to let anyone, especially Julian, treat her like that.

Never again.

*   *   *

Julian walked downstairs and marveled at the bright sunlight streaming through the windows. It was funny how people took such small things for granted. He remembered a time when he too had never noticed anything as simple as a sunny morning.

Now, every one was truly a gift from the gods. A gift he would savor for the next month until he was again forced to live in darkness.

His heart heavy, he headed into the kitchen and to the large cupboard where Grace stored her food. As he opened the door, the coldness inside amazed him. He spread his hand out, letting the rushing air wash over his skin. Incredible.

He picked up various containers, but couldn’t read the writing on the labels.

“Don’t eat anything you can’t identify,” he reminded himself, remembering some of the disgusting things he’d seen people eat over the centuries.

Bending over, he searched until he found a ripe melon in a bottom drawer. After taking it to the island in the center of the kitchen, he picked a large knife out of a block where Grace kept a dozen of them, and cut it in half.

He sliced a piece of it off and placed it in his mouth.

Julian growled low in his throat as the delectable moisture washed over his tastebuds. The sweet pulp made his stomach rumble with a demanding need. His throat ached for more of its soothing wetness.

It was so good to have food again. To have something with which to quench his thirst and hunger.

Before he could stop himself, he set the knife aside and started grabbing at the melon, shoving pieces of it into his mouth as fast as he could.

Gods, but he was so hungry. So thirsty.

It wasn’t until he found himself clawing at the rind that he became aware of his actions.

Julian froze as he stared at his hand covered with the melon’s juices, his fingers curled against the side like the claw of some beast.

“Roll over, Julian, and face me. Now, be a good boy, and do what I tell you to. Touch me here. Mmm … yes, that’s it. Good boy, good boy. Please me well, and I’ll bring you some food in a little while.

Julian flinched at the unbidden memory from his last incarnation. No wonder he acted like an animal; he’d been treated like one for so long, he barely remembered being human.

At least Grace hadn’t chained him to her bed.

Yet, anyway.

Disgusted, he glanced around the room, grateful Grace hadn’t seen his lapse of self-control.

His breathing ragged, he grabbed the melon half and pitched it into the trash receptacle he had seen Grace use the night before. Then he moved to the sink to wash the sticky sweetness from his hands.

As soon as the cold water touched his skin, he sighed in pleasure. Water. Pure and cold. It was what he missed most during his confinements. What he craved hour after hour as his parched throat burned and ached.

He let the coldness slide over his skin before he captured it in his cupped hand, leaned down and drank the water from his palm, sucked it from his fingers. It was so soothing as it invaded his mouth and slid down his burning throat, slaking his thirst. He wanted nothing more than to be able to climb into the sink and feel the water slide all over his entire body.

To …

He heard a knock on the door followed by rushing footsteps on the stairs. Turning off the water, Julian reached for the dry cloth next to the sink and wiped off his hands and face.

As he returned to the other half of the melon, he recognized Selena’s voice. “Where is he?”

Julian shook his head at her friend’s enthusiasm. Now that was what he’d expected from Grace.

The two women entered the kitchen. He looked up from the melon and met brown eyes as wide as a Spartan shield.

“Holy green guacamole!” Selena gasped.

Grace folded her arms over her chest, her eyes twinkling in a cross between anger and amusement. “Julian, meet Selena.”

“Holy green guacamole!” her friend repeated.

“Selena?” Grace waved her hand in front of Selena’s face. Still Selena didn’t blink.

“Holy gre—”

“Would you stop?” Grace chided.

Selena dropped the clothes in her hands straight to the floor and moved around the kitchen until she could see his entire body. Her gaze started at the top of his head and went all the way down to his bare feet.

Julian barely suppressed his ire over her actions. “Would you like to examine my teeth next, or would you rather I drop my pants for your inspection?” he asked with more malice than he’d intended. She was, after all, technically on his side.

If only she’d close her mouth and quit looking at him
that
way. He’d never been able to stand such unnatural attention.