Stefan (Lost Nights Series Book 1) by Jocelynn Drake Read Free Book Online Page A

that’s a mystery to me. I can pick up the occasional stray thought, but I can’t read your mind when you should be an open book to me.”
    “Can you read everyone’s mind?”
    “Humans, yes. Most lycanthropes as well. Nightwalkers can be harder.”
    “I hope that is not why you think I’m so special,” I muttered, glaring at the wall instead of looking up at him.
    He captured my chin with two fingers and forced me to look up at him. “No. It makes you intriguing, but your actions are what make you so unique. Now tell me what is bothering you.”
    “Did you... hunt tonight?” I asked, not really liking that word when it came to describing his feeding habits.
    “There was no need. I fed from you last night. So long as I’m not injured, I won’t need to hunt for a few weeks.”
    “Oh.”
    “Is that what was disturbing you?”
    “Yeah, just worried.” I burrowed down into the covers so that I no longer had to look up at him, but Stefan remained leaning over me as he weighed my response against the emotions he was picking up from me. He had to be getting acute embarrassment now.
    “You’re jealous,” he whispered and there was no missing the wonder in his tone. “You thought I held another woman as I held you and it disturbs you.”
    “Don’t flatter yourself,” I said between clenched teeth, feeling more and more like a total ass.
    Stefan gave a triumphant laugh and dropped back into the bed, bouncing me on the mattress. Both his arms snaked around me and he easily turned me so that I was now facing him as I was pressed against his chest, a bundle of blankets trapped between us. He buried his face in my neck and I shivered at the touch of his lips against his bite mark. “It’s true,” he murmured. He kissed along the curve of my throat and across my shoulder, making me instantly grateful that I’d worn a tank top to sleep in rather than a bulky sweatshirt. “You are jealous. Do you think I spent my evenings in the beds of all those I feed from?”
    “I have no idea how you spent your nights,” I groaned. This was where I was supposed to be saying that it didn’t matter what he did since I was just a warm meal to him. That we were just acquaintances, but I couldn’t complete a clear thought. I wished I had the strength to push away from him. But his lips felt so damn good on my skin. Hell, I wished I had the strength to undress the man so that all these clothes weren’t separating us.
    “There is no one in my life. I told you that earlier this evening. No one else has my protection but you,” he said, lifting his face so that he could look me in the eye.
    “Sorry. I don’t encounter a lot of people who feel the need to offer protection,” I said a bit breathlessly as I tried to get the wheels to turn in my brain again. “I think it would be best if we moved to the living room for the rest of your visit.”
    “If we move to the living room, how am I going to watch you sleep?”
    “We both know that sleep is not even close to possible with you in this bed,” I said, poking him in the chest with my index finger.
    Stefan wrapped his longer fingers around my index finger and pressed a delicate kiss to the tip. “It was my desire upon arriving that if you were asleep, I’d watch you sleep. I wondered at the idea of you being still and quiet when you are always so full of energy. But lying beside you, the delicious smell of you, I can’t stop touching your soft skin. I wish to make you moan in my arms again.”
    This time when Stefan brought my index finger to his lips, he slipped it inside of his mouth, sucking on it while his tongue swirled over the tip. My eyes rolled back in my head and what meager attempt I was making at putting some distance between us dissolved in an instance as the delicious rush of desire poured through my body. I wanted to roll him onto his back while I pulled his clothes off so I could finally get back to the strong chest and arms I remembered seeing last