Ambrosia (Nectar Trilogy, Book 2) (6 page)

She had short dark hair cut in a pixie style and big hazel eyes. Tristan let Kyla’s hand go and got instantly in her space. He sniffed close to her hair and Kyla felt every hair on her body rise.

The woman’s eyes went hooded and her lips parted. She looked like she was ready to be kissed.

“You were in our room. Why?” Tristan said to the woman.

Kyla felt prickling at the back of her neck at how close Tristan was to the maid.

“I was just ensuring you had everything,” she replied and looked at Tristan like she wanted to eat him for breakfast.

“What did you touch? Have you told anyone about us?”

The carnal look dimmed, “I’ve told no one. I checked your towels and toiletries. I accidentally skipped your room on my rounds this morning earlier and saw you leave so I made sure everything was in order. I didn’t want to give you any reason to complain. I need this job.”

Tristan stared at her for a beat and Kyla felt anger rise.

“Get away from her!” Kyla shrieked.

Tristan glanced over his shoulder at Kyla, looking both surprised and bewildered.

“What?”

“Get. The. Fuck. Away. From her. Move back!”

The maid didn’t even look in Kyla’s direction. Her gaze was fixed on Tristan.

“Kyla?”

Kyla’s chest was heaving up and down. She was wide-eyed and frantic.

“Forget we spoke,” Tristan said to the maid and the maid nodded.

Tristan grabbed Kyla’s hand and marched back to their room.

“Did you really think I was gonna hurt her?” Tristan was incredulous as he shut the door.

Kyla was backing up, fingers on her temples, trembling.

“I wouldn’t have hurt her, baby. She wasn’t an enemy. I just needed to get a read on her to make sure of it, that’s all. Make sure she wasn’t mesmerized by someone else… to get information, to plant anything in our room…”

“I didn’t think you were gonna hurt her,” Kyla said.

“Then what was that about?” Tristan looked baffled.

“I just got this overwhelming… I don’t know … jealousy. I thought you were gonna bite her and then the way she was looking at you and with the way she looked... I know I shouldn’t think that but it was like…”

He shook his head, “Primal instinct?”

“If you didn’t get away from her when you did I think I might’ve actually gone after her. Because her eyes are sorta like mine.”

He snickered.

“It’s not funny.”

Horror started to sink in. Kyla felt murderous in that room, like she wanted to gouge that pixie maid’s eyes out so that they wouldn’t be green.

“It’s kinda funny,” he said and folded his arms across his chest. He had a big smile on his face.

She let out a grunt of frustration, “I’m going for a bath.”

She grabbed both the Puma bag and a bag with some toiletries they’d bought at Walmart and went into the bathroom.

She turned the water on, plunked the plug in, and got in and lathered up her legs with shaving cream and pulled the cover off a disposable razor.

She chided herself for being jealous like that when he’d done nothing to make her think he’d ever cross that line with another woman. She also chided herself for her behavior before then, when she was clearly thinking like a guy, with her vajayjay, instead of her brain.

She didn’t know if Tristan had been stopped back at the condo because of her declaration and her feelings or if it
was
because he’d been shot by enough tranquilizer to take down a few elephants, and here she was trying tempt him into something that might go badly.

What was this bond they had doing to her?

She didn’t like how clouded her judgement felt. She’d run away from him out of self-preservation and yet here she was offering to do experiments with no controls and no help in place and wanting to gouge the eyes out of any dark-haired green eyed woman who looked his way.

She was craving him and that morning had done nothing but rev her cravings up a notch. There was no climax for her and he hadn’t bit her. She couldn’t believe her train of thought. She didn’t know how to get sensible Kyla back. And the idea of him with anyone else?

“Ah!”
Oh fuck.
She’d nicked her ankle with the razor and it was stinging.

A little red line trickled down her foot. Her eyes widened. She shoved the foot under the still running water.

Fuck, fuck, fuck! How could I be so stupid?

She stared at the bathroom door, feeling her heart pump loudly. On the other side of the door he was trying to control himself and she’d just split her fucking ankle open while shaving because she wasn’t paying attention!

She kept the leg under the running water, praying the bleeding would stop fast and taking slow and deep breaths to try to settle herself down.

The bathroom door flew wide open, crashing loudly into the wall. Tristan’s eyes were huge. They were still blue but his mouth was open. He looked absolutely livid. He obviously smelled it from outside the door!

Blue. Don’t turn black, don’t turn black!

She winced and applied pressure with a washcloth, dropping the razor onto the floor, staring up at him horror-struck. His eyes landed on the razor and then followed up to her face, almost in slow motion.

She raised her palm at him to halt him, “Sorry! It was an accident. Go, go, go! Hurry, get out. I’ll get it to stop.”

He fell to his knees beside the tub and put his head in his hands.

“Tristan,” she whimpered, starting to tremble hard, “Go out. I’ll make it stop. Please.”

He was shaking his head and taking slow and deep breaths.

Oh no.

Shaving your legs near a vampire was beyond dumb, of course it was, but never in her life had she cut her legs shaving before.

I’m so fuckin’ stupid. Don’t turn gray, don’t turn gray!

She shakily applied pressure tight to her ankle with a wet washcloth and prayed for the bleeding to stop. It was like time stood still. Then he looked up at her.  His face looked normal. His eyes looked normal. She didn’t know what to do so she just sat, wide-eyed. The water was still running and the tub was only minutes away from overflowing. She held the washcloth tighter.

He leaned over and turned the taps off. She swallowed hard.

“Lift the cloth.”

She didn’t move. It was like she was paralyzed. Tristan huffed in a, ‘I’ll do it myself’ manner and leaned over and lifted her ankle slightly and took the cloth from her hand.  For a split second it looked okay. Relief washed over her.

Then she saw the red dot spring forward again. She choked on a sob, feeling fear grip her heart as it grew in diameter. She gripped the side of the tub and braced the other hand against the tiled wall to steady herself. Tristan leaned over and put the tip of his tongue to the spot. Kyla’s eyes very nearly bulged from her head.

‘Ahhh,” he groaned loud as her blood touched his tongue and he leaned back for a second and exhaled in slow and staggered breaths. It seemed like that moment was suspended in time. Would he lunge and kill her? Would he be okay? He let go of her ankle and rose from a squat, up straight.

“Bed. Now,” he commanded.

Huh?

He arched a brow at her, looking so unbelievably sexy she thought she might spontaneously combust. She felt a mixture of fear and desire surge through her at the exact same time. She was immobile.

“What part of
now
don’t you understand?” He flashed a grin.

She gulped, got up, and not-so-steadily reached for the towel but he scooped her out of the tub before she got to it and in a nanosecond, she was on her back on the bed and his shirt was up and over his head. He spread her legs wide and first licked the ankle wound that was now punctuated by a fat droplet of blood and then his tongue traveled up her leg past her knee, up her inner thigh, and landed directly on her more-than-ready wet, hot, and very much wanting girlie parts.

She almost detonated on the spot. His mouth on her, down there, his eyes, filled with passion, looking very much like a man on a mission. Brilliant blazing blue and hungry, he didn’t have black eyes. He didn’t have gray skin. He seemed okay.

“Oh yeah, babe,” she moaned.
Oh yes, yes, yes!

“Let it go and come hard, baby. This is gonna be fast. I’m gonna bite as soon as you hit it.”

She never would’ve guessed that a few words would take her over the edge like that but those, along with his tongue, and along with his unshaven jaw causing friction on her inner thighs did. They
so
did. His voice and his tongue lifted her to a celestial place and she free-fell into a gust of sensation that spurted everywhere. At what would’ve been the tail end of her climax he extended it by connecting with his teeth, right on that spot on her inner thigh where he’d bit her the very first time.

She felt the hum, a blooming, and then a tidal wave surged through her. At first it was painful, then sweet, and then confused, then dark and angry, and then soft and sweet again.

It was like an orchestra was in her veins and there were different instruments playing at varying tempos. Sweet and melodic harps, angry dueling violins; it alternated from pain to sweet pain to amazing. It was different. It was scary. It was exciting. She felt dizzy. She was spinning and spinning and her body started to tremble as she hit yet another peak and her mouth opened.

Sensation swirled as she looked down at the man she loved, loving every hair on his head, every tooth in his mouth, and every emotion he was nourishing her with.  She had a moment of clarity.

He helps me feel; helps me want to feel.

She heard his zipper and then he grunted her name as he was about to thrust his cock into her.

“Wait,” she breathed and flipped, pushed him onto his back, crawling backwards down his body, and took the tip of him into her mouth. She twirled her tongue around and then wrapped her lips tight and applied suction.

He let out a sexy groan and gently gripped the back of her head. Kyla couldn’t take all of him in but used her hands to compensate for the areas that couldn’t fit into her mouth. He seemed to be enjoying every minute of it but abruptly pulled back.

“Mmm, Tristan…” she pouted; wanting him to finish that way --- wanting him to come apart under her.

“I need to be inside you. Now.” He flipped her and then in an instant thrust deep into her, eased out, and then began a rhythm of depth and gyration. He slammed repeatedly into her, holding her face and staring into her eyes. She touched his face and then realized his eyes were turning black.

She gasped, “Oh, Tristan. Don’t. Please, baby.” She felt like the bottom was dropping out on her.
Oh fuck. Not now.

“No, s’okay. I’m fine,” he breathed reassuringly and then his eyes were bluish and she felt anchored again, “I’m better than fine. Tell me you love me.”

“I do. I love you.”

“Tell me you’re mine.”

“I’m yours.” Relief washed over her.

“Tell me you want me.”

“I want you so much.”

“Never leave me again.”

“Okay, babe.”

His voice went hoarse and his eyes went black again, “Never.”

“Never.”

“Tell me no one will ever fucking touch you but me. Ever!”

She gasped, fear spiking at his intensity, at how his eyes were gray.

“Tell me!” he demanded.

“Never. No one.”

“No fucking one! You love me?” His voice softened. The look in his eyes was so soft.

“Yes.”

“Say it again, baby.”

“I love you,” she caressed his face and his eyes were blue again.

“Again,” it was a plea.

“I love you. I love you.”

“Even though this is fucked up and I’m dangerous and I’m damned to hell?”

Her heart sank, “You’re changing. It’s not too late. You’re not damned.”

“I wish you were right. Dig your nails into my back. I’m going for your throat. Hang on tight.”

“Are you sure?”

Would he be able to stop?

“Now, Kyla.”

She grabbed his shoulders and held on tight. When he bit in the same war flew through her veins but even more powerfully. Possession, protectiveness, love, bliss, hunger. It was dizzying. She started to weep. She could taste rocky road ice cream. She could smell sugary marshmallows mixed with fire. Her veins and her core ebbed and flowed with pleasure and pain. He pounded and pounded and drank and drank, fingers digging into her hips. It felt so good. It felt so right. It felt like it was what she was made for. She was nothing but sensation, nothing but his.

“I really really love you,” she wept, and the orgasm gripped hard. He let go of her throat and arched his back as her nails dug in. His mouth was open, his face was ecstasy-filled, and his eyes were darker, blue flame-colored. He shuddered as he found his release.

“You’re mine and I’m yours,” he said tenderly and feathered kisses all over her face, “We’re forever, princess.”