Free Powerful Moves [L.U.S.T.] (Siren Publishing Classic) by Tonya Ramagos Page B

him, tangled in the sheets in the center of the queen-size bed. His hands were folded beneath his head as if he’d settled back to stare at the ceiling and contemplate his next move to catch the vampire Le Mort. Thanks to Elena’s vision, she knew Le Mort had been the furthest thing from Tavius’s mind when he’d fallen asleep.
    Or maybe not, she considered. Maybe his release had given him the clearer head to think. She hoped for his sake it had because, Gods knew, the orgasm he gave her in the hall did little more for her than muddle her mind and give her the mother of all headaches.
    She cleared her throat as she sat the tray on the nightstand. Her hands barely released the tray before she found herself hurled through the air and tossed onto the bed, Tavius’s weight an exquisite feel on top of her.
    Elena blinked at him, the first trickle of alarm dancing down her spine as she met his gaze. His electric eyes sparked with danger. His lips set in a thin line. The muscle in his jaw ticked a staccato beat. His breath came steady and shallow, but she felt his body move ever so slightly with each inhale, each exhale.
    Reflex, she realized, as awareness shifted in his expression. This wasn’t the playful Tavius she had caught sight of a few times since meeting him in the woods. This was the head of security, the man who travelled through the realms to chase down a vampire.
    Elena had to lick her lips before she could push out the apology that sprang to her tongue. “I didn’t mean to spook you. I brought coffee. You do drink coffee in your realm, don’t you?”
    Tavius’s eyes cleared. His face relaxed. His lips twitched in a smile. “We live off coffee in my realm. It’s the nectar of the Gods.”
    His words stirred another memory. One where he’d whispered those exact words just before driving his tongue in the heated depth of her channel. She clamped her teeth on the insides of her lips and gazed up at him.
    He grinned and bent to kiss the tip of her nose. “Seems I discovered a much tastier nectar last night, though. I’ll take it over coffee any time.”
    “Coffee will have to do for now. It’s time to go.” She gave his shoulders a gentle-but-pressured push. Her hands wanted to linger there, to hold on while he settled his body more securely between her thighs and drove his cock inside her. Gods, she could feel his cock through the sheets and her pants, a semihard weight of male resting along her heated sex. “Now get off me so I can find some clothes for you to wear.”
    A frown etched itself between his brows. “What’s wrong with mine?”
    “You look like you stepped off an eighties hair-band tour bus.” Give him a pound of eyeliner, a tube of lipstick, and a frizzed wig that hung to his ass and he’d be set. “Gideon will love the look and you’d definitely fit in at the club, but I think it would be good if you stood out a little less.”

Chapter Four
     
    Tavius whole-heartedly disagreed. He tugged at the neckline of the shirt Elena gave him and wished, not for the first time since putting it on, that he’d insisted he wear his own clothes. So what if he attracted attention? At least he’d be comfortable doing it. Hell, as snug as this shirt fit, he might as well not even be wearing one. The jeans weren’t so bad, though the rough denim rubbed at his sac a little more than he liked. Okay, so he did like it, which created a bigger problem given that he preferred not to walk around with a constant raging hard-on.
    And if you want to avoid that you better ditch the woman now .
    Who was he kidding? It wasn’t the semi abrasive fabric to his tender flesh keeping him aroused. It was the long-legged, long-haired blonde in the skin-tight jeans and turquoise blouse that refused to let his dick rest. Denim and linen, two materials he had no problems at all seeing straight through to every spectacular inch of milky flesh they attempted to conceal.
    She walked a few steps ahead of him as they crossed