A Jeaniene está postando vários sneaks de Eternal Kiss of Darkness, o segundo livro da série Night Huntress World. O que eu tenho a dizer? Uh-oh!!!!
When the vampire burst from the water to crouch over her, Kira’s first thought had been, uh oh. She hadn’t even seen him move before he was upon her, black eyes blazing with warning, water dripping down onto her. That single finger to her lips felt like a mini hammer, and Kira reminded herself that on the food chain, he was a predator and she was prey. He really doesn’t like this topic, so I’ll shut up now, had been her very logical decision.
Then she looked down – and forgot what she’d started to ask him about. Beads of water caressed the hardest, tightest body she’d ever seen. Mencheres’s chest, arms, and stomach were corded with an intricate pattern of muscles that seemed too flawless to be real. His lightly-tinted skin only emphasized how black his hair was, dripping in dark rivers past his shoulders. Her gaze swept lower, revealing that his legs were as deliciously sculpted as the rest of him. Nothing interrupted her view of his taut, rippled flesh, either, because Mencheres had been swimming naked. Kira was surprised to see that he was hairless everywhere, even between his thighs…
Her eyes fastened there, widening. Oh. My. If the vampire didn’t still have a finger to her lips, she would have licked them in reflex.
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The cry yanked Mencheres out of his musings. Gods, he’d been caressing Selene and unconsciously sending out strands of his power to stroke and stimulate her nerve endings. How could he have gotten so lost in his thoughts of Kira that he’d forgotten he still held Selene in his arms?
Mencheres pulled back his power and set Selene away from him.
“I’ve taken all I need,” he told her.
Her eyes opened as she pressed against him. “Let me give you more than blood,” she offered in a husky voice.
“No,” Mencheres replied. Selene was beautiful, willing, and desirable, yet he didn’t want her.
Kira’s face flickered in his mind, but he wiped her image away before he allowed himself to dwell on it.
“No,” he repeated to Selene in a tone that brooked no argument.
She left after one last lingering look that he pretended not to notice. Selene, like all the others, didn’t only want him. She also wanted the power, security, and supernatural pleasure he could give, but somehow, that was no longer an acceptable trade.
Selene had only been gone a few minutes before Gorgon, the only vampire Mencheres brought with him to this house, came into the library.
“Sire,” Gorgon said. “We have a situation with the human you brought home this morning.”
Mencheres rose, already striding up the stairs to Kira’s room, when Gorgon’s voice stopped him.
“Ah, sire? You might want to go outside instead.”
Kira shivered, glancing over her shoulder. “It feels like something just brushed up against me…do you feel that?”
It was his power uncurling and wrapping around her in all the ways he couldn’t allow himself to. Mencheres tempered it back, only letting his aura caress hers without that coiling energy stroking along her skin like dozens of hands.
“Come closer,” he rasped, still not trusting himself to touch her yet. It had been so long since he’d felt anything this strong for a woman. The unexpected surge of need snaking through him had his skin humming with energy. If this was how he felt in anticipation of biting Kira, what would it feel like to possess her body? To make those full, red lips part with a slow, rapturous scream as he drove his flesh deeply inside her?
A sound escaped Kira, almost a gasp. Mencheres reigned himself back in again, trying to squelch the sudden flare of lust that resulted in him unconsciously flicking his power along the most sensitive cluster of her nerve endings…
Mencheres felt Gorgon approach before his image appeared through the haze of water above him. He gave a mental sigh as he rose from his comfortable position at the bottom of the swimming pool. Being underwater was one of the few times he could enjoy relative quiet. The layers of water muted the sounds from the mortals in his house, and being enclosed in it had become a sort of meditation.
“Sire,” Gorgon said once Mencheres had surfaced. “Your human is requesting to speak with you.”
Mencheres’s gaze flicked behind Gorgon to Kira, whose expression said she didn’t care for the term “your human”. Once again, Mencheres probed at Kira’s mind, and once again, he came up against a thick wall. The barest hint of confusion threaded through her scent, but the bewildering, impressive barriers that prevented him from hearing Kira’s thoughts as easily as he heard her heartbeat were still there.
“Bring her forward,” Mencheres said, balancing his arms against the side of the pool.
“Tinted glass,” were Kira’s first words as Gorgon beckoned her forward. “I thought you said vampires had no aversion to sunlight?”
He glanced around the enclosed pool area with a slight shrug. “Sunlight does not harm us as legends claim, but prolonged exposure does sap our strength, and we tend to sunburn easily.”
Why am I explaining that to her? he wondered in the next moment. Every word he uttered to Kira would only be erased from her recall later. It was as senseless as speaking to the wind.
Kira sat a few feet from the pool’s edge, folding her legs underneath her as if she were at a picnic. “Why not have real walls around your pool? Concrete blocks a lot more sunlight than opaque glass.”
Mencheres gave a small, grim smile. “Because sometimes, I enjoy things regardless if they are beneficial to me or not.”
Speaking to Kira was another of those unbeneficial things he seemed to enjoy, because here he was, still answering her questions despite there being no sense in it.
Kira tilted her head, the muted sunlight highlighting the gold in her hair. She had on denim pants and a collared blouse that was a fraction too tight. Mencheres made a mental note to arrange for new clothes for Kira during her stay. She was wearing some of Selene’s now, but Selene’s breasts weren’t as generous as Kira’s were.
His gaze lingered on her chest until Kira crossed her arms over it with obvious annoyance. She gave him a pointed look as his gaze traveled upward to meet hers. He glanced away, almost chuckling at this unexpected absurdity from him. How many centuries had it been since he’d been caught ogling a woman’s breasts? A woman’s clothed breasts, no less. His co-ruler, Bones, would fracture a rib laughing if he knew.
“Some things must never change,” Kira muttered under her breath.
Mencheres found himself smiling. “It appears they do not.”
Kira brushed a hand through her hair, giving him another feminine, censuring look before her expression became serious.
“Why didn’t you stop those ghouls yesterday before I showed up? You –”
“Quiet,” Mencheres said instantly. Gorgon had walked away out of eyesight, but he could still hear her.
“I’ve thought it over, but it makes no sense,” Kira went on, completely ignoring his order to be quiet. For a stunned second, Mencheres didn’t know how to react. It had to be centuries at least since a human had dared to ignore his commands. “You didn’t even need to touch them to – whoa!”
He’d vaulted out of the pool to physically stop Kira from uttering more damning sentences by putting his finger to her mouth. Water dripped onto her clothes and her pale green eyes widened as he loomed over her.
“Never speak about that again,” Mencheres said, his voice soft but steely. He couldn’t mesmerize her into silence, but if need be, he would gag Kira so Gorgon didn’t find out about his thwarted plan with the ghouls yesterday.
Her heartbeat had accelerated the moment he leapt from the water, and it stayed elevated when she looked away from his face at the rest of his body. Then she gasped.
Her warm breath vibrated against the finger he still held to her lips. Kira gasped again as her gaze dragged from his shoulders to his feet and then became fixated at the point between his legs. Abruptly, Mencheres’s dark mood over her nearly spilling his secret changed to amusement when Kira didn’t seem to be able to tear her eyes away.
Kira sat in one of the private booths that were sectioned off from the rest of the room. After several minutes, the dark curtains parted and Jennifer appeared, smiling seductively as she approached.
“Hi, beautiful,” Jennifer crooned, running her hands up Kira’s legs as she began to twist her hips. “I was hoping you’d be the one waiting for me –”
“Jennifer,” Kira said quietly. “Jennifer Jackson.”
The girl paused, her eyes darting around. Then she began snake-hipping again, leaning forward to brush her breasts against Kira’s legs.
“How do you know my name?” she whispered.
This was an awkward way to carry on a conversation. Jennifer was naked except for an extremely small g-string and she kept rubbing and swaying her body against Kira. Kira assumed the curtained booths were being monitored if Jennifer kept up the lap-dancing even though she now guessed Kira wasn’t just here for a thrill. Jennifer didn’t seem to be afraid to verbally acknowledge her real name, though, so maybe the monitoring was only visual. Kira tried to fix an appreciative look on her face and ignore the softer parts Jennifer pressed on her as she spoke.
“I’m an investigator your parents hired,” Kira whispered back.
Jennifer’s face twisted even though her frozen smile still remained. “They can’t help me. Neither can you. Get out before you’re discovered, or you might end up like me.”
Poor girl clearly sounded like she was here against her will. Kira’s resolve strengthened. Someone had forced Jennifer to disappear from her family’s life at seventeen to become a stripper. What if Kira’s little sister had been the one kidnapped so young, and someone who could have helped Tina didn’t try because it might be too dangerous? Kira had wanted to become a cop to protect the people who needed it. Well, here was someone who really needed it, and she might be the only one who knew enough about what held Jennifer to help her get away.
“Did Flare make people forget they’d even seen you when you tried to get away before?” Kira asked, taking the plunge.
Jennifer stopped in the act of straddling her. “Who are you? How do you know that?”
“Keep dancing,” Kira hissed. Jennifer began her sultry squirming again, even though her practiced smile had slipped.
“I’m someone who knows what kind of creature can make people forget things they’ve seen with just a look,” Kira said, her confidence growing as Jennifer’s expression changed from suspicious to hopeful.
“And I’m someone with a gun containing silver bullets right here in my purse,” she went on. “If you come with me, Jennifer, I’ll try to get you away from this. I-I know someone who might be able to help.”
From how hopeless Jennifer had sounded before, she probably hadn’t tried to escape in years. With luck, Flare wasn’t here tonight, and any others who were supposed to keep an eye on Jennifer had grown lax. If she and Jennifer quietly snuck out a back entrance, they could be away before any of the bouncers or staff noticed…
The curtains snapped open and a stocky male appeared. Both Kira and Jennifer jumped. A sinking feeling coursed through Kira as the young man’s eyes changed from whatever color they had been to glowing, bright green.
“Why hello there,” the vampire said. “And who just might you be?”