Bound by Forever (True Immortality 3)

“Done.” She strode past him, moving toward the window. As she did, her scent gusted over him and his body reacted with an intensity that shocked him. Feeling the tightening in his groin and heat on his skin, Kiyo gaped at her.

She’d piled her hair on top of her head in what was supposed to be a messy bun but her hair was so long, strands spilled down over her shoulders. There was something about her carefree style that made a man want to pull her hair tie out to see it all come tumbling down.

And he didn’t even want to get started on what the denim jeans did for her ass.

Niamh’s body was hard to ignore, as much as he tried. But she was fae, and from what he knew, part of their genetic makeup was their allure to other species.

“You need a jacket.”

“I’m never cold.”

“People will think it’s weird you’re not wearing a jacket in Tokyo in February.” His eyes lingered on the sliver of skin revealed by the short T-shirt.

Niamh shrugged, leaning against the window without looking at him. “I don’t care what people think.”

Aggravated, he pushed off the sofa, heading toward the bathroom with swiftness. He didn’t want her to notice his very male reaction to her.

But as he stripped and stepped into the shower, his erection raged fierce and strong. The water sluiced down his body, and he felt it course over his skin like fingers. His every nerve ending was on fire with feeling. He couldn’t remember the last time he felt like this.

He wanted Niamh.

He’d wanted her from the moment he’d touched her.

It only made sense that days (which felt like months) of repressing his response to her would finally get the better of him when his defenses were lowered by being back in Tokyo.

Still, it was typical that once she’d put herself completely out of his reach with her little speech about them not being friends, he’d start to lose control over his attraction for her. People were fucked up that way. Even werewolves.

Turning the jets up on the shower so Niamh wouldn’t hear, he closed his eyes, wrapped his hand around his dick, and went somewhere in his head he promised to forget about later.

Somewhere dark and hot and pulsing.

Somewhere deeply satisfying.

Somewhere with Niamh.

When he came, it was long and hard and he grit his teeth to swallow the loud groan of release that had swelled inside him. Kiyo sagged against the wet tiled wall and let out a huff of disbelief.

As hard as he’d just come … it wasn’t enough.

Damn her.* * *“Aren’t you wondering how I dried my hair so fast?” she asked with a teasing smile as they took the elevator down to the hotel’s ground floor.

Still taken aback by his uncontrolled physical response to her, Kiyo grunted in response.

“I used magic. I can use magic to clean myself too. Sometimes I do. But there’s nothing like the feeling of a hot shower.”

He shot her a suspicious look. Why was she rambling about the shower? Had she heard him in there? Was she teasing him?

Niamh stared back at him with innocent eyes. “That’s the thing about magic. I can do practically anything with it, but sometimes doing it the human way is actually more satisfying.”

Why did everything she say suddenly sound sexual?

It wasn’t her. It was him.

He cleared his throat, trying to think of something that would distract him. “No more visions?”

“You’d know if there were,” she replied dryly, following him out of the elevator and to the lobby.

He grunted again before gesturing to the valet to hail them a cab.

“I was reading the pamphlets in the room about places to visit, and I’d really love to go to Akihabara.”

She would want to go to the one place they couldn’t. “Off limits. Vamp coven territory.”

As a taxi pulled up, Niamh grumbled, “Bloody vamps always spoil everything.”

Kiyo scooted into the car behind her after tipping the valet and directed the driver to the market.

“We could still go and just be careful,” Niamh said.

“What?”

“Akihabara.”

“No. It’s not about that. There’s an agreement between them and the Iryoku.” He lowered his voice. “No wolves allowed.”

Her brow puckered. “But I’m not a wolf.”

“You’re not going anywhere in this city without me.”

“Kiyo, I was taking care of myself long before you showed up.”

“My city, my rules.” Part of him said it just because he knew it would piss her off.

Sure enough, she bristled. “I’ll go if I want.”

“Have you forgotten how you smell?” he said softly, trying to tame the burst of possessive territorialism that he knew was natural to most wolves but had never been to him. Until now.

Niamh sighed but said no more on the subject. Instead she turned her attention to the window, taking in the city with her usual wide-eyed wonder.