Green Tea and Black Death (The Godhunter, Book 5) by Amy Sumida Read Free Book Online

he’ll come around. He loves you.”
       “ I think I may have been under the influence of more than just alcohol,” I mused, a nagging feeling filling my gut.
       “ Vat do you mean?”
       “ I was really intoxicated.”
       “ Da, I know zis.”
       “ Yes, and when have you ever seen me so drunk? Especially now that I've had a drink from the Grayel. I can usually drink like a fish and have no problems.”
       “ You zink Anubis put magic in drink?” Kirill frowned and started to growl.
       “ I don't know,” I sighed. “Maybe I'm just looking for an excuse but honestly, Kirill, now that I'm sober, I don't want anything to do with Anubis. How could a few drinks change my mind so completely?”
       “ I don't zink zey could,” Kirill shook his head. “I still zink we should vait on telling Trevor zough. He's not ready to hear anyzing from you.”
       “ So I’m just supposed to just sit here and wait?” I glared up at him. “I don’t wait well.”
       “ Nyet,” he chuckled and nipped my nose. “You’re much too impatient. Maybe zis is good lesson for you.”
       “ Fuck you, Kirill.”
       “ Now zat’s best offer I’ve had in days,” he lowered his mouth to mine.
       I suddenly realized how unfair I’d been to my lion. He cared for me too and I'd neglected him. I didn’t just have one lover to worry about anymore. I had three and a whole pride of Intare to take care of as well. I couldn’t afford to let my pain keep me bedridden… well, unless it was in a more productive way.
       Kirill growled as he felt me respond, my arms pulling him closer and my tongue fighting his. I pulled back and pushed him over, straddling him and trapping him in a tangle of his own hair. Thoughts of Trevor eased back a little as I leaned over my black lion, his blue eyes burning up at me.
       “ Kirill,” his name a prayer, an adoration. “I love you. I could be happy with only you. If not for the magic, I could.”
       “ If not for magic,” he pulled me down and licked at a hanging breast, “ve vouldn’t be togezer at all. I’m zankful for lioness magic, it brought me you, my savior,” he pulled my face to his. “My Queen,” the kiss he placed on my lips was chaste. “My love,” he deepened it then, till we were writhing together, wrapped in the silk of hair and sheets.
       I’d been with Kirill before, just the two of us, but it had never been like this. It was like the knowledge of us truly being alone for the first time, was affecting our passion. It was all new; his body suddenly undiscovered territory, his heart mine for the first time. My hands wandered over him ceaselessly, learning and memorizing him as my lips followed.
       He groaned and it was the sweetest music to me, sending shivers down my arms. I feasted on him, nipping and licking him from his ears to his stomach before he grabbed me by both arms and threw me back to the mattress. His teeth met with the tender flesh of my stomach, nipping and biting. He worked his way up and over my chest, leaving light red marks in his wake. My back arched involuntarily, propelling a breast into his mouth. He laved at it and slid a hand between my legs, rubbing and then parting me.
       Then his mouth was over that tender spot, a hot tongue splitting me in two and a growl sending me over the edge with its vibration. He worked me, growling and licking, til I was wet and then shot up, sliding in with a single thrust, a feat harder to accomplish than it sounds but made easier with my intense desire.
       “ Man in me does vant you all to self,” his eyes caught mine with the intensity only Kirill could achieve. “Zat part of me is selfishly rejoicing to have you alone,” his hands were at the sides of my face, holding me in case I thought to escape his words. “But lion in me misses my brozer and mourns to see you in pain. I’m so torn, Tima. How do I love you? How do you vant me to love you now?”