But Gideon’s blood had changed all that, restoring her youth and her beauty.
Verah paced the bedroom floor, growing more desperate with each passing hour. What if she couldn’t find the girl? What if she found the girl and the vampire wasn’t with her?
She had gone out several times, hoping to find another vampire lurking somewhere in the shadows, but to no avail.
Taking a deep breath, she yanked the cloth away from the mirror over her dresser, her stomach churning at the sight of the hideous creature that stared back at her—the wrinkled papery skin, the ugly purple veins, the triple chin, the rheumy eyes, and the sunken cheeks.
“I have to find her,” she said, hating the raspy croak in her voice. “It’s the only hope we have of catching that damn vampire!”
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Chapter 18
Kay stood at the hotel window, staring down at the street below. Another boring day loomed before her. True, this day wouldn’t be as long as yesterday, since she had slept until almost two in the afternoon, due, no doubt, to the fact that Gideon was the most amazing lover in the world. Slow and gentle one minute, rough and intense the next, he had aroused her and brought her to fulfillment time after time. Thanks to her werewolf side, she had the stamina to keep up with him. Each time they made love had been better than the last.
They had shared the shower, taking turns washing each other, which had turned into another lusty bout of lovemaking that started in the shower and ended on the bathroom floor.
Had she been human, she thought with a grin, she probably wouldn’t have been able to walk after all that incredibly acrobatic, soul-searing, breathtaking loving.
How was she ever going to let him go?
How was she going to marry Victor and bear his children when she loved someone else?
How was she going to endure another day in this blasted hotel? They should have left last night, but all that lovemaking got in the way, and then it was too close to sunrise to hit the road. Which meant another day in the hotel. But another boring day was a small price to pay for a night in Gideon’s arms.
She ordered a big breakfast; then, not in the mood to read or watch TV, she went into the bedroom. She stood beside the bed a moment, watching Gideon sleep. She wished she could kiss him awake and they could spend the day making love. Just thinking about it made her cheeks grow warm with the memory of the night before.
Shrugging out of her robe, she slid under the covers. If she had to spend another day locked up in a hotel, what better way to spend it than with Gideon, even if he didn’t know she was there?
Propping herself up on one elbow, she studied his face, her fingers lightly tracing his brow, his nose, the line of his mouth. She stroked his neck, ran her hand along his shoulder, down his arm. She rested her palm on his chest, then walked her fingers down his flat belly to his waist.
A startled gasp erupted from her throat when his hand closed over hers.
“Some of us are trying to sleep here,” he muttered, gazing at her through narrowed eyes.
“I thought you only woke up when your life was in danger?”
“Your thoughts woke me.” Heat flared in his eyes. “No man, living or dead, could ignore the siren song of your desire.”
Kay felt herself blushing at his words, which were almost poetic, but it was the touch of his hand sliding up and down her thigh that made her cheeks grow hot and her toes curl with pleasure.
“After last night, I expected you to sleep the day away.”
“I was bored.”
“I’m sorry, love, but I don’t have the energy to entertain you now.”
“Too bad.” She kissed his cheek. “I’m sorry I woke you. Go back to sleep.”
When she tried to withdraw her hand, he tightened his grip. “Stay with me. I like having you here.”
And she liked being there, with him.
Sighing, she snuggled against his side and closed her eyes. If they left tonight, they would be in Wyoming tomorrow before sunrise. They would find a place to spend the day, so Gideon could rest. By tomorrow night, she would be home.
What then? Would Gideon stay with her? Would her father allow him to stay? Would the pack accept him?
How was she to go on without him?
The question followed her to sleep.
They left the hotel as soon as the sun went down. Kay had awakened an hour before Gideon. She showered, pulled on a pair of jeans and her favorite aqua sweater, and brushed her hair. When that was done, she ordered a late lunch from room service, and was ready to go when Gideon awoke at sundown.
Now, she glanced at him curiously. To her knowledge, he hadn’t eaten anything in the last day or so. But maybe he didn’t need anything. He had told her he only needed to feed once a week, though he usually fed more often. “Are you … ?”
“Hungry? Not really,” he said, sending her a sidelong glance. “But I can always use a snack.”
Kay shook her head. It was exasperating, having him read her mind.
He shrugged. “Sorry.”
“Yeah, right.” She stared out the window, watching the scenery fly past, hating that each hour carried her closer to home, to a man she despised and a marriage she didn’t want.
She looked over at Gideon when he covered her hand with his. “It’ll be okay, Kiya. I won’t leave you unless you tell me to go.”
“Thanks, I appreciate that. But it isn’t up to you.”
“I’m not afraid of your father.”
“Then you’re the only one who isn’t.” She loved her father. She knew he loved her, in his own way. But he wasn’t just her father. He was her Alpha and like the rest of the pack, she had no choice but to do what he said, or suffer the consequences.
At eleven, Gideon pulled into a restaurant parking lot. He escorted Kay inside, waited until her food arrived, and then left to go in search of a meal of his own.
He found what he was looking for at a gas station—a stocky, jeans and T-shirt-clad middle-aged woman just emerging from the restroom behind the station. Reluctant to leave Kay alone too long, Gideon took a few quick swallows, wiped the incident from the woman’s mind, and was back at the restaurant before Kay’s dinner had arrived.
She lifted one brow when he slid into the booth across from her. “I guess you really weren’t very hungry.” She took a dinner roll from the basket in the center of the table and cut it in half.
“It was a meal, but not a banquet.”
Kay stared at him. “A banquet? Of blood?” she asked, grimacing.
He shrugged. “A stranger on the street, taken quickly, is just a meal. A woman I care for, savored slowly, is a banquet.” His gaze moved to the pulse throbbing in the hollow of her throat. “In spite of the slight bitterness in your blood, you, my furry friend, are a feast.”