Davy Harwood in Transition (The Immortal Prophecy 2)

It was then that I really looked at him. He snapped me out of my reverie and brought me back to our reality, to the two of us in that room. I was highly aware of how close he stood to me. And that he only had on a pair of unbuttoned slacks. They had fallen low on his hips. His stomach and groin muscles were defined. Each ridge and line stuck out against his body.

"You've lost weight." My eyes were hungry. I was hungry.

He sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "The last few months haven't been easy on me."

"Do you need to feed?"

Molten heat flared in his eyes. "And become human? I think not, Davy."

I knew that. Of course, I knew that, but I didn't like it.

"What?"

I shook my head. "What if there's a way you could feed from me and not become human? I wanted your brother to become human. Maybe I can control it. You could get power from me."

"I did get power from when you bit me. I got a lot of it. I still have it in me."

"You do?"

He nodded and watched me with a knowing look. I flushed under his perusal. "Sometimes I think you know me better than I know myself."

"Because I do. I love you, Davy." He crossed the room and cupped the side of my face. "How are you feeling now?"

"More normal."

His lips were so close. "You feel better?"

I nodded. My throat was thick. The need for him flared inside of me. I was becoming blind to everything else. "I need you. When we're not on the same page, I can't handle it. I feel disjointed. I'm strongest when I'm with you."

He grinned and dipped down. His lips met mine, but stayed still. I closed my eyes. I waited as my heart pounded loudly in my eardrums. Then his lips brushed against me. "I can help you with that."

Before I had time to respond, he picked me up and threw me on the bed. I shrieked in laughter, but his mouth quickly silenced me. Everything in me hummed in pleasure. His arms went around me. His mouth explored mine. His body demanded everything from me and I gave it to him. As he lifted me higher on the bed and slid inside me, I was blind to anything but him. The world ceased to exist. It was only the two of us.

And then an hour later I rolled over as Roane lay beside me.

"Now I feel really connected to you," I drawled and panted for a minute in silence.

Roane grinned and then groaned as he pressed a quick kiss to my shoulder. He sat up in the next moment. "I'm sorry, but I should go. I have things to do. So do you."

"I do?" I enjoyed watching him getting ready to protect me.

He spoke as he began to dress, "I can't take on three enemies without help."

"You said no powers. They'll know then."

"They already know. They might not know you're the Immortal, but they know you're the thread holder. Maybe it's time they find out the rest." Roane flashed me a grin before he left.

Whatever I'd been feeling before was gone. As I dressed and went in search of the kitchen, I couldn't keep myself from grinning. He did that to me and when I finally found it, Kates looked up and laughed. "You've got the Roane Glow again. Lucky."

Brown smiled and gestured to the table. "They have doughnuts, Davy."

Indeed they did. The kitchen table was filled with cartons of the frosted pastries along with bowls of fruit. Some bread sat beside boxes of cereal and a dish of pancakes was placed in the middle.

Pippa gave me a tentative grin. "They have a chef. He made me an omelet."

Emily was quiet as she sat on a stool by the counter. Kates caught my look and rolled her eyes.

"Davy?" Gavin brandished a metal spatula in the air. "Give me an order. I'm here to please."