Her Vampire Husband. Michele Hauf

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СКАЧАТЬ I’ve known you but a few days, but already I’ve learned that’s your favorite one.”

      “Is not.”

      “Prove it.”

      The pink wig bopped at a jaunty angle as she cocked her head, considering. She had to know she played him. The sexy clothing was a dead giveaway. Who wore an outfit like that to listen to music? No, she had been expecting him.

      Blu leaned closer, the tips of her pink hair dusting his wrist. Red lips hovered near his and her breath played over his mouth, his chin. Coconut air surrounded them. Beyond that scent though, something darker and sweeter lingered. Werewolf blood.

      Creed’s heartbeat slid across the plate and hung suspended, waiting for the next play.

      “I like to tease,” she whispered, her eyes dazzling across his.

      “That is apparent.”

      He would not reach for her, though it killed him to remain aloof and uninterested with her warm, enticing flesh so close.

      No. Werewolf blood interested him little. Let her have this hand. Let her see she could trust he would not always need to be in control. That was how the masters gained enemy ground.

      But it was difficult to restrain himself. Her breasts were right there, barely enclosed with mere wisps of black lace. A flick of his fingers would splay them across that luscious, tan flesh.

      “You’ve been drinking blood?”

      He nodded.

      “Thought so. No kisses tonight, husband.”

      With that, she strode out in a sweep of flowing sheer fabric and bouncing pink marabou.

      No sympathy for this devil tonight. Creed eased a hand over his erection. Each time, her teasing play made him harder. The werewolf princess was getting under his skin.

      And he liked that just fine.

      But no man was a rock. Nor could any sane vampire avoid the lure of the exotic. Damn, but her blood smelled delicious. A dark sweetness he would know, and soon.

      BLU CLOSED THE BEDROOM door and tugged off her wig. Sliding a hand down her neck, she traced her fingers over the warmth between her breasts and down her stomach where she absolutely flamed.

      “Insufferable vampire.”

      That man—that vampire—had gotten her hot. And he hadn’t even touched her.

      It was the way he had looked at her. Those dark irises, surrounded by impeccable white. Focused. Delving. Promising. And maybe bemused. Like, if she had touched him, he would have touched back. And that touch would have so been worth the effort of waiting in the theater room for two hours before he’d finally found her.

      And when had she ever been turned on by a man’s voice? Creed’s was calm and measured, but had a burnished edge of darkness that vibrated at the base of her throat. Mercy, he could fuck a woman with that voice.

      “This is so wrong.”

      And yet, she’d set out this evening on a quest to gain control. And strangely, she’d earned some. He now knew it was she who would set the pace between them.

      Maybe.

      She turned her cheek against the wall. It was papered in old-fashioned flocked arabesques, and whispered against her skin. Sighing, she eased a finger down inside her black lace panties. She was wet. For him.

      “Wrong, wrong, wrong!”

      But while flirting with a vampire should be disgraceful, it didn’t stop her from satisfying the ache that yearned for appeasement. She stroked herself, slowly, steadily.

      The image of Creed’s sexy stare haunted her. Let him look. Let him hunger for her. Let him…make her hot and horny.

      She didn’t need a man to feel good. She could take care of business by herself.

      And she did, bringing herself to a climax, clinging to the wall, yet wanting it to be a man’s broad shoulders she clung to instead.

      CREED PAUSED AS HE PASSED the guest bedroom door. Whimpers, moans, a huffing sigh. The sounds inside were unmistakable. She was…

      “Pleasuring herself?”

      Had she been turned on just now in the theater room? Had the saucy pink princess gotten as hot as he had?

      “Oh, my sweet, wicked werewolf.”

      He turned to grip the doorknob but stopped himself.

      A smile crept onto his lips. The werewolf had gotten hot for the vampire.

      Nodding, he stepped back and crossed his arms. “Nice.”

      OVER A MIXING BOWL of Cap’n Crunch, Blu drowned her morning blues. She had never been a morning person. And though she’d yet to tip the night into dawn since the marriage—and had been getting to bed far too early—she still didn’t have to like the new day.

      A few taps checked her cell phone. No messages. Come on, Bree, I need contact with the real world. And Ryan was being strangely silent. Had he already found himself a new girl? No, he was probably busy with the Western pack.

      Blu spooned in a load of sugary sweetness. Milk trickled down her chin and she swiped it off with the back of her hand.

      This time she sensed his arrival before the kitchen door swung inside.

      “Morning, darling,” she offered coquettishly.

      Blu admonished her inner flirt. She’d come so close to kissing him last night. If he hadn’t smelled like blood, she would have.

      Good save. Way to stay in control.

      Mostly. The dude didn’t have to know what had gone on behind closed doors.

      Dressed impeccably, as usual, Creed wore another Armani suit, unbuttoned to reveal a slice of shirt that matched the whites of his eyes. The shirt, too, was unbuttoned, exposing a patch of pale flesh. Diamond cuff links advertised his wealth.

      Blu had no idea how rich the man was, but much richer than her family was, she felt sure. The pack compound might be larger, but this mansion had all the luxury goods. Marble floors, gold faucets, high-thread-count sheets and plasma TVs.

      A girl should take advantage of her new bank account. She was his wife, after all. And didn’t wives have access to all of their husband’s cash?

      “Sleep well last night?” he asked.

      “Blissful,” she answered, then caught his knowing smirk.

      What was that about?

      Morning paper in hand, Creed eyed the massive bowl of cereal. “Why don’t you pour the milk in the box and eat it that way?”

      “Oh, ha-ha. The vampire made a funny.”

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