Davy Harwood (The Immortal Prophecy 1)

He studied me like he was absorbing my image into his brain.

I let him. I soaked up the attention—I’m not above admitting that. I wanted that attention. I wanted his attention. And I held my breath...

“Why pretend? That’s your question? You shouldn’t ask it that way. You shouldn’t put us above you. Because it’s not like that, Davy. The new decree is supposed to remind us what it’s like to be human. Humanity. That’s what everything is for us. Some forget. Some want to forget. It’s about us not forgetting what we used to be. We used to be human. We used to have that soul inside of us and we cling to anything that will help us keep that reminder.” Roane surged forward. “Education is the right for any soul. There is a potential that is only granted freedom through education. To not learn, that’s to forget a soul’s humaneness.”

And that was said by a vampire. “Good thing I’m in college then…”

“Don’t joke this off. Don’t cover up what you are.”

“I…” I opened my mouth, but what was there to say? I didn’t know… I couldn’t even formulate a thought. I just knew that my heart was pounding like a thundering racetrack.

Roane opened his mouth, but closed it abruptly. He glided forward.

I couldn’t think.

He was only an inch away.

I couldn’t… his hand swept upwards…

I closed my eyes… his hand cupped the side of my cheek… then I gasped as his lips touched mine.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

His lips held mine softly, sensually, for a brief moment before his mouth opened over mine. He didn’t demand entry, but I gasped and his tongue slid sweetly inside.

My hand held weakly onto his shoulder. Roane slid a hand down my arm to my waist and over my thigh. He lifted me in the air and sat me down on the edge of the desk. As my legs parted, he fit perfectly. A bubble burst inside of me and the remnants coursed through my entire body. I felt the heat fill my fingers, my toes, and even my neck where his thumb caressed lightly.

My body melted, but Roane held me up. As my neck fell backwards, his hand held me still and his lips pressed fluttering kisses down to my throat. His belt buckle rubbed against the inside of my leg and then his hand lifted my leg to dangle it over his. I felt his body stiffen and surge against me. He paused once and I knew what he wanted. Every muscle stood out, prominent, from his skin. I saw the struggle in his stormy eyes. They were always coal black, but there was a silvery haze over them this time. He was hungry.

And then…Roane drew in a ragged breath and I saw the decision jerk through his body. I felt the shudder against me, between my legs, and then I felt cold. Roane moved back and I felt the magic rip out from inside of me. I ached. It was like I was starving and been given something to eat, only to have it taken away after one taste. I wanted more and I reached forward without thinking.

Roane weakly batted away my hand, but I caught his instead and hauled him forward. He was back between my legs, where he was supposed to be. This time I took control. I felt the indecision shudder through his body. My hand slid up his back and over each of his chiseled muscles to his corded neck, then down around his arm. I felt over his chest and explored the dip between each muscle in his stomach.

My eyelids were heavy with desire as I looked up at him, but I didn’t know what to say. I felt like I’d been woken to life for the second time. I wasn’t about to go back to sleep. With that thought in mind, I drew him closer and met his lips. It was all he needed. Roane took control. His hands wrapped around me and pulled me on top of him.

I wanted the barrier gone, but Roane ripped away from me again to slam a hand over the door. The door tried to open, but Roane barked out something. It sounded unintelligible to my ears, but I saw that the door remained shut after that.

I gasped for breath. Cold air slam

med against my insides. Oh god…. Oh… god….

“Turn your shield on.”

What? I looked up, but struggled to see Roane. It was like a black veil had fallen over my eyes. I knew he was there. I heard him, but I couldn’t see him. Then my body twitched and I drew in a panicked breath. I felt the desk underneath me. It was rattling and I realized, as if I were in the distance, that it was me. I was making the desk shake uncontrollably. I didn’t…

“Davy!”

Roane’s voice was so far away.

“Roane,” I heard myself whimper.

“She’s going into shock, Lucas.”

That wasn’t Roane. I frowned, but I felt myself falling backwards and then something caught me. I knew it was Roane, but I couldn’t see him. I opened my mouth to talk to him and ask him who had come into the room, but no sound came out.

“Her heart is going crazy. You have to put her out.”

“Shut up, Wren!” Roane snarled.