she asked.
He gave a curt nod, leaning against the back wall again, under the water. âSome. From my brother.â
âWhen did you realize this?â
âDuring the fight.â
Poor vampire, how long had he been like this? He already appeared on the verge of coming, his shaft visibly pulsing. His sac looked laden, as if it ached. She wanted to cup it with both hands.
âGod, I can feel your eyes on me.â His erection jerked, straining forward into the showerâs spray. He tilted his hips until his shaft hit a hard jet of water, which, judging by his slack-jawed expression, felt incredible .
She swallowed. âD-do you know what needs to happen now?â
He choked out the words, âBeen trying.â
âFor how long?â
He groaned, âHours . . .â
If everything sheâd heard about their kind was true, why hadnât he been on top of her, releasing the pressure he was feeling?
He was hurtingâso she wouldnât have to. A pang squeezed her heart.
But if he hadnât been able to achieve his release by now, he was definitely going to have to touch her. She already dreaded that grueling pain.
No, there must be some way around that. Maybe he could touch her hair?
If so, then game on . Theyâd figure something out. And then she would have a memory to replace the one of the last time sheâd been naked with a man. She shook herself, ruthlessly pushing that thought away.
Excitement began overwhelming her dread. A flesh-and-blood male wanted her. He knew her nature, and he still would need to be near her.
Around her sisters, Danii acted as if she couldnât care less that she was untouched. She assumed her ice queen persona, donning a cold cloak of indifference whenever they gossiped about their bed partners.
In truth, Danii was desperate for contact. At the very least, she yearned for companionship.
This god of a male was linked to her by fate.
I lived through the night, and a gorgeous, virile immortal needs me.
Sad, sad Daniela just got happy, happy.
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Murdochâs body was tensed to spring for her if she chose to run.
Valkyrie hated his kind. This one would not be pleased by this development.
He racked his brain for what to say to her. Normally, he would just take her hand and drag her into the shower for a deep kiss until sheâd gone weak-kneed and mindless. In the past, heâd controlled situations with women. I lead, and they follow.
How to get her from here to his bed? âDaniela . . . I . . . you have blooded me.â Even to himself, he sounded accusing.
âYou donât sound too thrilled about that.â
âBecause Iâm not .â Damn it, whereâs my smoothness? Heâd never in memory said the wrong thing to women, had always been able to sense exactly what they wanted to hear.
I have no idea what this one wants to hear.
Her expression was inscrutable. At one instant she looked shy and vulnerable, at another ravenous . He couldnât read her, could hardly think.
Would she run? If so, what would he do?
He tried to moderate his tone. âI wouldnât have chosen to involve you in this, but I have had no control over it.â Still his anger thrummed in his words.
She blinked at him. âLines like this got you laid as a human?â
âYes. No.â He scowled.
âIâm going to give you the benefit of the doubt and assume that your brain is scrambled right about now, and Iâm probably the first female youâve ever encountered that you donât know what to do with. Iâm familiar with your reputation, Murdoch.â
âHow? I donâtââ
âLetâs talk after thereâs no chance of you blowing this with me.â When had the Valkyrieâs voice grown so sultry? âSo, do you want to go see if we canât work that ââshe pointed at his
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