Ward of the Vampire

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Book: Ward of the Vampire by Kallysten Read Free Book Online
Authors: Kallysten
bed?”
    Surprise lit his eyes and he laughed breathlessly. “Already thinking about next time?” His rhythm never faltered; instead, it shifted ever so slightly and sparks lit up my vision like fireworks. “Is this time so boring that you’re thinking of something else?”
    I had to struggle to answer coherently. “No. It’s so good I… I want it to happen again.”
    Now, he faltered. Now, he stilled mid-thrust, blinked down at me, then smiled. I smiled back, and curled a hand at the back of his neck, where tiny hair were so soft, to pull his mouth down to mine.
    The kiss started as sweet, as slow as sugar syrup trickling down. It ignited in a blink with a twist of my hips and his answering thrust. We were both too close to last much longer. Falling into him, with him, was almost too easy. It was—again, stupid, ridiculous, pathetic and yet true—like my whole life had led me to that very moment.
    His body completed mine, and we trembled as one, not from the cool air but from the heat we’d created together.
    When he ended the kiss, he looked at me for a long time and I couldn’t help but wonder why there was so much surprise in his eyes. He rolled away from me, lying down at my side, and I had to close my eyes for a second not to protest at the deep feeling of loss I felt. Silly, really, when I could feel him pressed alongside my body.
     
    *
     
    But then…
    I opened my eyes. The world sort of shifted around me, I don’t know how else to explain it. I was still on the floor of the balcony, but in a different place, and Mr. Ward wasn’t lying next to me anymore, he was crouching at my side, his face so close to mine that I thought he would kiss me. He was wearing his shirt again, and me, my panties. I was clutching his arm, as I’d been doing when I stopped being able to breathe.
    Except…
    I remembered that. I remembered being sure I would die. I remembered the cold words we’d exchanged before that.
    But I also remembered a different version of events, one in which we’d chatted, flirted, then succumbed to lust.
    Down in the street, a police car was just passing us. Somehow, I realized that it was the same car I’d heard when I’d been so sure I was dying. Only a second or two had passed, even though my body and mind were telling me something entirely different.
    “What…”
    Air. Sweet, cool, delicious air. I gulped it down almost greedily. Next to me, Mr. Ward slowly stood.
    “What’s going on?” I managed to finish.
    After a beat, he held both hands out to me and helped me to my feet. His shirtsleeves were still fastened with those beautiful cufflinks, and yet I still couldn’t help feeling guilty at the way I’d lost one of them. Both versions of events were warring in my mind and confusing the hell out of me.
    “Can you breathe now?” he asked, and there was a waver in his voice that hadn’t been there when we’d argued.
    “What happened?” I asked again.
    He passed a hand through his hair and sighed. “Lilah happened, that’s what. You said she told you to be nice to me?”
    I nodded, unsure what he was getting at.
    “You were rude.”
    My eyebrows shot up, and he amended that at once.
    “We were rude to each other. When you realized who I was, Lilah’s compulsion kicked in but it was too late. You’d already broken it. That’s why you couldn’t breathe.”
    It made absolutely no sense, and I wanted to say as much, wanted to demand an actual explanation. Instead, what came out was a plaintive, “Did we… did we just have sex?”
    My panties were soaked. My entire body still shivered from pleasure. My skin remembered the touch of his hands, his lips, his cock. I knew exactly what his mouth would taste like, a hint of smoke and the headiness of champagne.
    But at the same time… it hadn’t happened. It couldn’t have. That simply wasn’t how things had gone after I stepped onto the balcony.
    Mr. Ward’s expression remained guarded.
    “I did not lay a finger on you,” he

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