Free Eternal Embrace by Billi Jean

hidden.”
    “So in case someone gets hold of me…”
    “No one is getting hold of you. If anyone comes here, I want you hidden, but I don’t want you to know too much either, just in case. Can you understand that? Trust me?”
    She looked so miserable and frightened, she startled him when she threw her slender arms around his neck and pressed her face to his. “I don’t want to lose you.”
    He cleared the sissy shit from his throat and held her tightly. “I’m one hell of a bastard to try and kill.”
    “Jaxon! Don’t say stuff like that, okay?”
    “Shh, just trying to lighten your mood, huh?”
    “Try dipping yourself in chocolate then, because talking about—”
    He cut her off with a deep, hungry kiss. Soon, he’d promised Torque, but first, he needed to feel Joey come apart in his arms.
    * * * *
    Jaxon stiffened in her arms. The things he did to her, made her feel and experience, pulled her deeper and deeper in love with him. Did he realise that?
    He had to leave, but still he lingered, letting her touch the hard, strong, muscles of his body. He could survive anything, couldn’t he? She rubbed her hands over his shoulders and into his silky, slightly damp hair. He’d made love to her so sweetly, hard and fast, but so tenderly too, she could still sense the emotions surging inside her chest. She loved him. And now, he was leaving. Only for a bit, but still, it was the first time since waking in his bed they’d be apart. He was keeping from her where he was going and with whom, to keep her safe, but from what she wasn’t sure. She just knew she missed him already.
    “Baby,” he breathed, “you’re going to make me late.”
    She snorted a laugh at his tone. He sounded so normal, like he’d be late for work or something. She wiggled on his lap, and reluctantly eased back to stare at his flushed face. “Can’t you at least tell me where are you going?”
    “I have to go meet with a warlock and head to a salt mine. That’s all I feel safe letting you know. It’s better this way.” He kissed her lips again, stopping her from saying anything. “Now, watch.” Suddenly she was dressed—in a sexy dress and thigh highs with garters. “I found your sexy stuff, you little sneak,” he whispered in her ear.
    “Oh!” She nearly fell off his lap laughing when he snapped her garter.
    “Yeah, you’re a bad, bad girl. When do you wear this? Don’t even fuckin’ tell me to work.”
    She rubbed her fingertips over his button-down shirt, and wiggled when his penis stiffened under her butt. “Stop that!”
    “Like I can control that,” he told her gruffly, and grinned when she moved again. “I have to go, though. I want to show you something before I do.”
    He stood and picked her up as if she weighed nothing, grinning widely when she gasped and hugged his neck. Deep inside her body, she could clench her muscles and still remember every inch of his possession, just as he always claimed.
    “I want you to drink from me,” he murmured in her ear.
    The thought made her shiver and not in disgust. Every day, or night, he’d made her drink bagged blood. It got easier each time. But when they made love, the warmth of his blood surging under her mouth drove her crazy with hot fantasies of drinking from him. And him from her.
    “You like that idea, baby?”
    Nibbling her lip, she considered it. She would, she decided. She wasn’t going to lie to him, or pretend that the idea of going down on him, even biting him along his thigh while she stroked him didn’t turn her on. He was direct, sexy as hell and drove her nuts, but she was beginning to believe, as impossible as it seemed, that he was just as crazy for her as she was for him.
    “I would. Maybe when I go down on you.”
    He stumbled and she squealed, hugging him harder when he nearly dropped her. “Fuck! Why do you do this to me? Did I piss you off?”
    She laughed so hard, he set her down beside a big picture of a man in a kilt holding a sword