Free NocC 016 - Laura Kaye - Vampire Warrior Kings 02 - Seduced by the Vampire King - Harlequin 2012-06 by Nocturne Page B

him, to lay eyes on her and reassure himself she was okay. She’d been attacked, bitten, kidnapped and imprisoned. Not goddamn likely she was okay. And that wasn’t even considering what had happened between them, which had been phenomenal until he acted like a son of a bitch. The urge to see her made it hard to breathe.
He pushed through the door and called her name again. Two things struck him simultaneously: soft splashes of water from the direction of the open bathroom door and a stack of clothes on her bed.
Inside the room, her sweet-blooded scent infused the air and reawakened his cock, reminding him of his unsated arousal from before. Each breath pulled more of her into him, until he ached to penetrate her in return, in any way she’d allow. In every way she’d allow. Prickles on the skin of his right palm made him fist his hand.
His breath coming faster, shallower, Nikolai stepped over her discarded clothing to the bed and quickly flipped through the pile of fabric—robe, T-shirt, sweatshirt, sweatpants. All Mikhail’s.
An image flashed into his mind. Katherine, wearing Mikhail’s shirt and sweatpants, so big on her she had to roll them at the waist and ankles. Katherine, wearing Mikhail’s clothes.
Another. Male’s. Clothes.
Nearly blind with a possessiveness he had no right to feel, Nikolai grabbed all the clothes and stalked out of the room. Bursting through the door to his apartment, he chucked everything in the general direction of the nearest trash can. He whipped his robe off the back of his closet door and ripped a few articles of clothing from a drawer. He wasn’t even aware he’d returned to the guest room until her scent invaded his brain.
Nikolai glanced up, and found himself looking into Katherine’s startled pale blue eyes.
*

“What are you doing?” Kate asked as she clutched the plush white towel tighter against her breasts. Her heart took off at a sprint as she drank him in. He radiated a dark energy that wrapped around her and resurrected that maddening ache in her left hand. Maybe something wasn’t fully healed after all.
“I brought you clothes,” he nearly growled.
Kate glanced to the empty bed and pointed with the hand not holding the towel closed. “I had clothes.”
Light flashed through the sapphire and his jaw ticked. “Those didn’t work.”
Staring at him, trying to make sense of his completely confusing pronouncements, Kate couldn’t help but notice the prominent bulge filling up the front of his workout gear. Good God. She hadn’t finished toweling dry, but there was really no arguing that the slick wetness suddenly between her legs was from the bath. She shook her head. “How can clothes not work? Mikhail just brought them for me.”
He growled. Literally growled. She blinked and found him standing right in front of her, the ball of wadded-up clothing the only thing separating them. She gasped, breathing in the mouthwatering scent of his male spice, and stepped back. Nikolai followed, kept pace with her as she retreated until she was trapped between him and the bed. “ His clothes don’t work. His clothes will never work.”
Damn it, her left hand tingled as if it had fallen asleep. She shook it, and Nikolai’s eyes tracked the movement. His tongue rubbed against the tip of a fang. Kate swallowed as she watched the sinuous movement of his pink tongue. She clenched her thighs, a tormenting throb blooming deep in her pussy.
“What do you want?” When he didn’t answer, she braced herself and looked him in the eye.
“I want…” He turned on his heel and crossed to the door.
Brilliant, white-hot anger pounded through her veins. Every muscle strung tight, she leaned back against the bed. Not a chance in hell she was chasing after him, not again. No matter how much her body screamed for him to stay, for him to crawl on top of her and claim her as his.
No way.
In the silence between them, a tinny click sounded out. Despite herself, Kate glanced through the hanging