The Fall (The Lycans 7)

I took another step closer, and one more until I was only a foot from where he stood. I looked up at him, saw that his eyes were hooded, the clear desire in his expression reflected back at me so that I felt like it was an actual touch, a physical presence that held me down and told me not to fight this.

After a prolonged moment he exhaled and ran a hand over his jaw, his palms scraping over the days’ worth of scruff covering his cheeks.

I watched as his black claws shifted back to blunt nails, and saw his red eyes bleed out so they were normal once more. And I did everything in my power not to look down there to see if he was still just as long and hard.

He didn’t say anything else as he turned from me and walked toward the edge of the pool before he dived in.

Water splashed up and toward me, and as the seconds ticked by and he stayed underwater, my worry rose. I moved closer to the edge and crouched down, trying to see past the rippling current his big body had caused.

“Sebastian?” I called his name softly at first, and as the water cleared, and I still couldn’t see him, I shouted his name louder.

He emerged so suddenly I squealed and fell back on my ass. Water cascaded down all that bronze skin of his as he grinned at me.

He lifted his hands and rubbed the beads of water away from his face before slicking his fingers through his hair.

I felt my heart do something funny when his smile faded and I realized his gaze was latched on to my chest. My belly tightened because I knew what he was looking at, what he could see.

And when I glanced down, I saw the shirt plastered to my chest. I saw my braless chest in obscene display, my nipples hard points that stabbed through the fabric. I made a choking sound.

I grabbed the material and pulled it away from my chest, but it was too late. The creature gunk and water made the shirt stick to my chest so obviously that my damn areolas had been on clear display.

He slowly swam backward a few feet, and I swallowed as I stood and said screw it. It wasn’t like he hadn’t done very intimate things with me already.

I curled my hands around the edge of my shirt and peeled it up and off my body before letting it fall to the ground.

Sebastian didn’t move, just stayed where he was and watched me like I imagined a predator watched its prey.

I forced myself not to cover my chest with my arms even though I felt shy. “What if the sun starts to rise?” I glanced at the horizon, my worry over making sure Sebastian was safe riding me hard and helping to wash away the bashfulness I was feeling.

“There’s a cave we passed,” he said slowly. Deliberately. “Close enough to where we are now that I’m not worried.”

I looked at him when I heard that strange tone in his voice. He stared at me, his forehead furrowed, which in turn had mine doing the same because gone was his immediate desire and in its place was something… else.

“What? What’s wrong?”

He shook his head, a tic jumping under his scruffed jaw. “You wanting to make sure I’m safe makes me feel a certain kind of way.” He glanced down, that muscle still working under his cheek.

Be still, my heart. My big, bad vampire wasn’t used to people wanting to take care of him.

He looked back and eyed my body. Gone was any kind of softness I’d felt… or he’d felt in that quick moment.

Back was his desire like a living entity.

“Take it all off and come in here, sweetheart,” he murmured and lowered himself farther into the water, only his nose and up visible now.

And oh was that a sexy sight as he swam closer to where I stood.

He tightened his big hands around the edge, his nails digging into the earth. “Go on, Ada. Don’t make me ask you again.”

The growl in his voice had my inner muscles clenching, and I found myself obeying without hesitation. When I stood before him naked, I felt no bashfulness, no shame.

He was the first male… the first anyone to see me completely nude, and I found it liberating in a sense. My nipples puckered, and my pussy became completely soaked.

My thighs were pressed together in hopes that he didn’t see how slick my inner thighs were just from the way he looked at me, just from the things he said.

There was something dangerous about Sebastian, something lethal that told me I needed to tread lightly but also push back and see how far I could take it with him.