Page 87 of Vampire So Vengeful

His touch offered more heat than any wisp of clothing, and Cally raised her knees more, licking at his neck, tasting his skin. She inhaled the faint spice of his cologne, his subtle musk beneath. “I don’t fear you.”

His voice fell quiet, threaded with resolve. “Maybe you should.”

“Do you want me to?” she asked with a hint of caution, unsure if they were playing.

He was silent for two more leaps, his palm pressed against her. When he spoke, it was in the same serious tones. “I have unfinished business with Nico and Tobias, two of the vampires that entombed me.”

“Nico?” Cally said too sharply. “And… Tobias?”How many vampires called Nico could there be?

“Yes. They are supporters of Roberto.”

Cally remembered that name from Belle’s visit, every moment forever ingrained. “Minh’s sire.”

“Correct.” Antoine’s tone was laced with bitterness. “He is also the Curia member here in Boston.”

“They are the ones who entombed you?”

“Oui.”

“Are you going to kill them?”

He looked down, his eyes searching hers. “Would that disturb you?”

She cupped his cheek. “Would you like my help?”

He smiled at her, hungry and without humor, flashing a hint of his fangs. “What a nice thing to offer. But alas, I fear this fight is beyond even a warrior such as you.”

“As a warrior, maybe. What about as a witch?”If Eve can find other spells in that book. And if I can even cast any of them.

He landed on the next building and halted within two paces, his gaze intense as he held hers. “You would join me in this fight?”

“We’re bonded,” she said simply. “I will join you anywhere.”

“Ma chérie.” He lifted her to him as his mouth found hers, and she opened to him, hooking an arm around his neck and pulling him closer. His tongue pushed within, seeking hers, the kiss urgent and deep as he tasted her.

From that kiss alone she would have burned for him, but with his touch against her naked ass for so long, there was already a warmth inside her the cold couldn’t reach. It tried though, cutting through her thin dress, the contrast of sensations sharpening her senses, awakening her body. Then his grip shifted, fingers spreading out, one coming to rest at the apex of her legs, and her breath caught. She knew that had been no accident.

“How far from home are we?” she whispered between kisses.

“Ten minutes, maybe.”

“Too long.”

He chuckled, a throaty possessive sound, as he collected her against his chest and hurled them into the air once more, the wind rushing past, caressing her skin. His arm flexed, biceps tightening to push her legs higher as he pressed her closer to his body. “I’ve thought of another way to warm you,” he murmured, and rubbed a fingertip between her folds.

Cally gasped at the touch, pinned by his arm and the inexorable strength behind it, her ass bare and open to him. Unable to move—not that she wanted to.

“You are so wet,” he said as he stroked her, then slowly pushed his finger within.

“Antoine,” she whimpered, helpless to resist. Is this what he had meant, when he spoke of submission earned? His shadows enveloped them, and she knew he would never let them be seen. But they were flying above buildings, cars, and so many people, and his finger curled inside her.

The last ten minutes of their journey home were a whirl of sensation, and Cally wasn’t sure whether it flew by with the speed of Antoine’s soaring jumps, or dragged interminably as she longed for more. She clung on and buried her face into his neck, her small gasps the only sound between them. His finger moved only slightly, rubbing within, enough to tease andtorment but no more. He knew exactly what he was doing—the bastard.

At last, at long last, he touched down for a final time, and Cally could tell only because he didn’t leap, but instead strode purposefully across his own rooftop. Mercifully, he didn’t try to set her down, but continued to hold her to him, releasing only one hand to enter the code that opened his skylight. Not the hand with the finger pressed inside her, and as he carried her within, it curled and rubbed.

“Are you hungry?” he teased. “You haven’t eaten tonight.”

“If you take me anywhere but the bedroom, I will claw your clothes off and—”