I pulled her close and rubbed her shoulders soothingly.
“We were in the past,” I murmured, trying to figure out what it all meant.
“My ability must have shown me that for a reason. It wanted me to know that Theodore has a cause for wanting to wipe out vampires.”
“The guy must have a very easily wounded ego. I mean, he got cheated on. Build a bridge and get over it.”
“Sorcerers are so old though. It makes them crazier. Every little thing is a personal affront, so imagine how angry being cheated on would make them.”
“I’m still trying to get my head around the fact that such a hot vampire was with Theodore.”
Alora shrugged. “Some women find power a strong aphrodisiac. And Theodore has lots of power. He was eight-hundred years old back then. That means he must be over a thousand now.”
“He’s older than the oldest vampires,” I said in awe, studying her closely. “Are you okay? Those visions have to take a lot out of you.”
“They do, but I’ll be alright.”
I pulled her closer, keeping her in my embrace as we both fell into quiet thought. Somewhere along the way, she nuzzled my neck, and a bolt of arousal shot through me. I brought my mouth to her earlobe and sucked, soliciting a soft moan from her.
“I love it when you make that noise,” I rasped and flipped us so that she was lying flat on the bed. I stared into her eyes, and a sense of urgency took over. Maybe it was what I saw in that vision and how I was almost certain I died in it, but suddenly everything seemed so vital, almost like we only had so much time left.
It always felt like that in this city. There was the constant knowledge that your next breath could be your last, which was kind of an occupational hazard when your job involved slaying vampires. Well, I guess that wasn’t really my job anymore.
Capturing Alora’s mouth in a kiss, I cradled her face in my hands.
“Finn,” she gasped as my hand drifted down between her legs.
“I want you,” I breathed, and her thighs fell apart, welcoming me in. I shoved her T-shirt up and over her head before swiftly discarding her bra. Then her beautiful tits were bared to me, and I groaned aloud. She was too fucking perfect. I trailed my hand down her side, revelling in how her hips curved out lavishly from her small waist.
“Finn, I’ve never done this before,” she finally confessed, and my heart stammered.
“That’s alright.” I reassured her, meeting her pretty gold eyes. “Do you want me?”
“Yes, God, I want you so much.” Her gaze drifted down my chest with need, and I smiled, obliging her by removing my shirt so that she could look her fill.
She shyly reached out, trailing her fingers down my abdomen. My muscles jumped at her touch. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the sensation of her tentative fingers as they explored me.
I flipped us again, and my back hit the mattress while she straddled my thighs. Her hands continued to move over my bare chest before fumbling with my belt buckle and undoing the fly of my jeans. I was so busy staring at how incredible her tits looked from this angle that I didn’t immediately notice her struggling with my pants.
I chuckled softly and helped her get them off. A few seconds later, I was naked as the day I was born. Gripping the back of her neck, I pulled her mouth down to mine, kissing her hard and possessive. She moaned as she ground herself into my erection, and I swore I almost came. Both our chests rose and fell as our arousal built. I hooked my fingers under her knickers and eased them down an inch.
Her mouth moved to my neck, and I couldn’t take it any longer. I had to be in her now. Her underwear came off, and I continued to kiss her as I reached over to the nightstand where I left my wallet.
Alora broke the kiss to watch me pull out a condom. I tore open the packet and rolled it down my length. Her eyes were wide, taking everything in. Next, I pulled her under me and spread her legs apart. I let my hand drift over her wet folds, rubbing circles into her clit. I wanted her to come first, that way she’d be more relaxed when I pushed inside.
Her orgasm came swiftly, a rosy blush colouring her cheeks. Wow. I didn’t think I’d ever get tired of making her come.
“That feel good?” I asked, my voice low and throaty. It was taking every ounce of willpower I had not to plunge inside her hard and fast.
“So good,” she sighed, and I nudged my tip against her opening. “Oh, God, please,” she begged. “I want to feel you, Finn.”