"Last I heard, she was working in a whorehouse in Sydney." His sudden smile was ferocious. "A suitable occupation for a wolf who was little more than a slut after money."
I stared at him, knowing he'd taken her mind, altered her self-image. Made her believe she was what she'd become. A shiver ran through me. As punishments went, it was as cold as you could get
"And what do you think I'm after?"
"Nothing more than sex." He hesitated, then gave me a slow, sexy smile that had my hormones scrambling and toes curling. "Which brings me neatly back to my original question - when?"
"My brother insists I eat and regain some strength before I do anything too vigorous."
"And I intend for it to be very vigorous."
Oh, man... "How about we seal the deal with a kiss?" Because if I didn't at least taste him, I might just explode with frustration. Though it was very possible that I would explode even if he did kiss me
He leaned forward, his hand cupping my cheek as his mouth captured mine. It was a kiss unlike any I'd ever experienced - a long, slow possession that left me gasping for breath and hotter than I'd ever been for a man
I couldn't wait to see what he could do when he had the time to explore more fully
"Your brother's climbing the stairs with your dinner," he whispered, brushing his lips across mine a final time before he sat back
I took a deep breath, but it was filled with the scent of him, the richness of sandalwood combined with sheer masculinity. He smelled good enough to eat. Or at least nibble. And lick
"My brother has always had bad timing," I muttered
Quinn chuckled softly and rose. My gaze slipped downward, and I noted with pleasure he wanted me every bit as badly as I wanted him
"Sorry to break in on your fun," Rhoan said as he appeared. "But you have to eat before you go expending too much energy."
"And so do I," Quinn commented, giving me a look guaranteed to make my insides combust. "Though synth blood is not my meal of choice right now."
He disappeared down the stairs, and I suddenly remembered how to breathe
"Are you sure there's no wolf in his background?" I said, sitting up so Rhoan could place the tray on my knees
Rhoan grinned. "The man is potent, I'll give him that. Damn shame he's straight."
I gave him a long look. "Don't tell me you hit on him."
"Hell, yeah. Wouldn't you if you walked into a bar and saw him?" He placed the tray on my knee and sat down. "He refused nicely, we got talking, and the rest, as they say, is history."
"This was how many years ago?" I picked up my knife and fork and studied the mess on my plate. I think it was bacon and eggs, but I couldn't be sure. A cook my brother wasn't
"Only one."
"So why haven't you introduced us?"
It was his turn to give me a long look. "This from the wolf who rants about all vampires being arrogant pigs?"
"Well, all the ones I've met have been. Quinn isn't."
"He can be on his bad days, believe me." He rose again. "If you're feeling up to it after you finish that, come downstairs."
I nodded. "Why has Jack allowed Liander to stay?"
"Because this is looking bigger than the three of us can handle." He shrugged. "Liander's here because I need him, and because he's one of the best makeup artists in the country."
I raised an eyebrow. "That sounds like a plan."
"It is. When you come down, we'll enlighten you."