Page 66 of Crave Me

I opened my eyes to find her golden irises swirling with hot power, her expression one of startled wonder, like I’d just blown her mind.

You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen,I confided softly, brushing my lips against hers.Nyx, Goddess of Night. It’s an honor to be your rejected mate.

CHAPTERSIXTEEN

NYX

I woke up alone.

Again.

For the eighth morning in a row.

My gaze narrowed at Vesperus’s side of the bed, his blankets perfectly creased as they were every time I opened my eyes.

It was almost as though our evening ritual was an illusion—him finding me on the roof, indulging in intimate conversation beneath the moon, making me see the stars withoutreallytouching me, and leading me back to his room, where he showered alone before tucking himself in beside me.

We’d repeated that pattern for the last seven nights, never deviating, never going further than some groping and a kiss, and always waking up to the pristinely pressed sheets and comforter on his side of the bed.

I sat up. “Not today,” I decided out loud.

While I didn’t mind our evening routine, I did mind our morning one.

Well, mostly.

The notes he left on his pillow for me every morning were kind of fun.

I picked up today’s paper with the masculine script on it.

Don’t forget to eat breakfast, Nyx.

—V

P.S. I spiked your orange juice. ;-)

My eyebrows lifted as a laugh escaped me. I’d avoided eating every morning this week, preferring to find Cara and go exploring.

I wasn’t naïve. I knew she’d been assigned to watch me, but I didn’t mind. Mostly because I liked the fae female. She didn’t mince words and spoke her mind, which was something I appreciated.

What I didn’t appreciate was Vesperus running away every morning. I wasn’t even sure if the damn male slept.

Maybe he just needs an orgasm,I thought. If he would let me reciprocate and lick him, I could give him one. But no. He seemed content to kiss me and pet me instead.

Which I admittedly enjoyed, particularly as we spent most nights learning about each other.

Such as last night when I’d discovered he could speak over a dozen languages.

And the night before when he’d admitted to having a medical degree.

“Why?” I’d asked him. “What made you study medicine?”

He’d shrugged. “Unlimited access to blood.”

I’d thought he was joking.

He hadn’t been.

“But it’s also useful to know how human bodies work. Vampires have similar anatomy. It’s come in handy a few times,” he’d added.