They kissed again. He lifted his h*ps to meet her as he pulled her down. The movement caused him to bury himself deep inside her. He grunted against her lips from the effort and from the intensity that was building inside him. He wasn’t going to be able to hold on for much longer.
Guinevere wrapped her arms around Trevor’s neck as she rocked on him. She buried her face in his neck, licking at the bite marks to close them up. The blood was slowing because of her saliva which had coagulating qualities to it. She’d taken enough from him. Although she could’ve feasted on him all night. His blood tasted like ambrosia. She’d never sampled something so delectable before.
But now his blood was racing through her. She could feel it mingling with her own. It contained power, that was certain. Like electricity, it sizzled along her veins making all her muscles and flesh quiver deliciously.
Although she’d told him that he would crave her bite from this day forward, what she wouldn’t tell him, what she would never admit, was that she knew she would crave him as well. This male witch was addicting to be sure. And it wasn’t just his blood she desired, but all of him as well.
She dug her nails into his back as he drove her up. He was stronger than he looked. His arms and chest were roped with muscle so when he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her, it was nice and tight and secure. She felt safe pressed against him.
No other man before him had ever made her feel like she wanted or needed to be protected. She’d been on top for so long, the one in charge, the boss, that she’d long forgotten what it was like to feel safeguarded from all harm in a man’s arms.
It was that thought that she clung to as she closed her eyes and came in a maddening hot rush. Trevor squeezed her tighter and with a loud moan he came just as hard.
They held each other for another few minutes as they gathered their senses and learned how to breathe properly again. Guinevere opened her eyes and looked down into his face.
He smiled at her, sweat slicking his forehead and top lip. His hair was wet and she ran her fingers through it playfully. Leaning down, she pressed her lips to his. She kissed him gently, but then he wrapped a hand around the back of her neck and deepened the kiss until they both lost their breath once more.
When they broke apart, Guinevere slowly unhooked her leg from around his waist and rolled onto the mattress onto her back. He turned and lay on his side next to her. He played his fingers along her rib cage.
“You’re almost healed.”
She half smiled, still feeling lazy and sex-drugged. “That is your amazing blood at work.”
He leaned down and pressed a kiss to just below her bandage. “You’re amazing.”
Guinevere glanced at the curtained window. She could feel dawn nearing. She turned and looked Trevor deep in the eyes, feeling vulnerable again. “Will you hold me until I sleep?”
He nodded, then snuggled up along her side. Smiling, Guinevere rolled onto her good side, and grabbing his hand, pulled his arm over her. He nestled into her back and pressed a kiss to her shoulder blade.
“Thank you,” she murmured.
“You’re most welcome.”
She closed her eyes, and let her body relax. It was easy to do with Trevor so close, holding her, stroking a hand up and down her hip. She hadn’t felt this contented in more years than she could remember. Maybe never since becoming a vampire. And that was a long time ago.
She knew it was a lot to ask, but she hoped that he was still there, snuggled with her when she woke again. She’d like to continue their, whatever it seemed to be, liaison further if he wanted to. And for the first time she was afraid that he would say no and she’d be alone again.
Chapter 6
The sun wasn’t quite down all the way when Guinevere woke. But she sensed it was close enough. Blinking open her eyes, she stared at the grungy hotel room wall she was facing, trying to piece the last twelve hours together in her mind.
One of the first things she noticed was that she was under the covers. Sometime while she slept Trevor must’ve put the blanket over top of her. The second thing she noticed was that she was alone.
She rolled over onto her other side and stared at Trevor’s space on the bed and at the empty room. She’d hoped he’d stay, but she didn’t expect it. He’d done more than was necessary for her. Healing her, getting her to a safe place. What had she been expecting? That he’d fallen in love with her and couldn’t leave her? It was ridiculous to even harbor such thoughts.
She sat up and stretched. Her body felt good as new, better even from ingesting Trevor’s witch blood. Her finger played over the bandage around her ribs and she tore it off. She tossed the soiled gauze away and looked down to inspect her side.
Her skin was smooth and unmarked. It was as if she’d never been shot. If it wasn’t for the slight raise of her flesh that she felt with her index finger she couldn’t have even noticed any difference. Beyond that, there was no visual evidence that she’d ever been hurt. It was amazing even to a vampiress as experienced as she.
Trevor’s blood was beyond anything she’d come across. She’d only drunk a little and he’d completely healed her of an infected bullet wound. She could only imagine what it could do if she’d taken even more. She thought he should bottle it and sell it. He’d make a billion on his medicinal essence.
Smiling, she pushed off the blanket and redressed in her bra and panties. She noticed Trevor’s jacket then, hanging on the back of the only chair, and she slid it on. Had he forgotten it in his haste to leave or had he deliberately left it for her? She liked to think it was the latter.
At least she was partially clothed for the things she had to do next. She had several calls she needed to make and since she didn’t have her cell phone, she had to go down to the lobby and find a land phone. Her staff needed to be contacted. She wanted to make sure they were safe and unharmed. And she also needed to secure her own safety. The only way she could do that was by surrounding herself with people she could trust. Unfortunately, she was starting to doubt that those people existed in her life.
It was clear that Soren would not stop until she was dead. And he would use whatever means were at his disposal to achieve his goal. He was obviously using someone close to her or she would never have been attacked at Sinsational. Her club had been her sanctuary, or so she thought. She had believed it to be the one place she could feel secure. She’d been wrong.
If it hadn’t been for Trevor…
She pushed thoughts of him from her mind. She hadn’t mooned over a man in many years, and she wasn’t going to start now. She had work to do and little time to do it.
Trevor balanced the two scalding hot coffees and bag of croissants as he mounted the stairs to the third-floor hotel room. He checked his watch. It was past seven at night and he figured Guinevere would be rising soon. For some corny reason he wanted to be there when she woke.
He’d woken up over an hour ago and had snuck out to get some coffee and food for them both, and he’d also wanted to call his friend, Inspector Bellmonte, about the shooting. They hadn’t arrested anyone, and were still searching for suspects. Trevor told him what Guinevere had said about her partner, Soren. Gabriel had taken it under advisement. And then asked whether Guinevere would be willing to go on record.
Trevor confessed that he had doubted it. He knew Guinevere had refused any type of police protection, but Trevor felt that she might need it in the end. So he had discussed it with Gabriel. It would be there, if she wanted it. Now, he just had to convince her that she needed it.
As he walked the hall to the room, he wondered why he cared so much. He’d treated hundreds of people, vampires, lycans, witches and humans over the past five years and had never gotten involved. Why now?
It had been the first time he’d been involved in an actual chase, but it had been the second time he’d had a gun to his head. He’d been around the violence of the city all his life, so it wasn’t that it was a brand-new experience to him.
It was Guinevere that made the difference.
He was drawn to her. He felt her need for him. She was one of the strongest, most powerful vampiresses in the city, and Trevor sensed she needed him. That she’d felt comfortable and secure with him. It was a good feeling to be needed by such an enthralling woman. And the sex had been spectacular. He’d never come that hard in his life.
Did he think it would go beyond their brief tryst? Not really. Did he want it to? That was the million-dollar question. And he wasn’t sure if he had any answer to it.
He put his hand on the door to open it, but paused. He sensed something was amiss. He took his hand from the doorknob and pressed his ear to the door. His hearing wasn’t like a vampire’s or a lycan’s but he’d trained himself to really listen. He could hear things that most humans couldn’t.
And he heard some of those things inside the room.
He could hear Guinevere breathing, but it wasn’t normal. It was labored. Something or someone was causing undue stress to her body. He guessed it was a someone. She must’ve woken and called her people.
Maybe Soren had shown up instead.
Trevor looked down at himself. He wasn’t prepared to take on a vampire of what he could only guess would be Soren’s power. If the vampire had been Guinevere’s second then he had to possess many superior qualities. Strength being one of them.
But he had to do something. He couldn’t just stand here like an idiot with hot coffee in one hand and a bag of rolls in the other. Wait. Didn’t he have something in his medical kit? Juggling the coffee, he reached down and unzipped his bag, rummaging around in it until he found what he was looking for.
He pulled out his hand. In his fingers he held a syringe. Inside was a powerful sedative that he’d used countless times on rabid lycans and out-of-control vampires.
Palming it, he opened the hotel room door and walked in as if he was just returning from getting coffee and nothing more. “I got you black, because I didn’t know if you liked cream and sugar.”
Trevor had been right. Someone had Guinevere up against the wall, dangling from it actually, his hand closed around her throat. She was definitely having trouble breathing.