Free Hunger Untamed H3 by Dee Carney

panties. What he taught her and how, a new burden that hadn’t come to him yet.
    With any luck, he’d convince the blood taking up permanent residence in his cock to return to his brain by sunset tomorrow.
    He’d need all the help he could get.

Chapter Five
    Victor explored the small cabin, his shrewd gaze assessing the adequacy of the blackout curtains and the latches on the windows. He tested the strength of the shower spray, peered in all of the cabinet drawers. The inspection took only minutes, but she couldn’t figure what he was looking for.
    “Are you almost done? I’m dead on my feet,” Lucy said irritably. His form seemed to fill the room. The two of them in the same location would be a lesson in physics. If he exhaled while she yawned, or some other misfortune of ill timing, they’d need a crowbar to unwedge themselves.
    Her eyes burned and her body felt heavy. It had to be almost seven in the morning, and she hadn’t seen sleep in over twenty-four hours. Nothing had gone to plan.
    Not wanting to dwell on it, she stepped into the tiny bedroom and pushed the velvet overcoat from her shoulders. It slid to the floor with barely a whisper. The clingy dress took more effort. It meant inching the material up, pulling from the hips and then breathing a sigh of relief when the cool room air licked her skin.
    Years of discipline had shaped her into wearing tall heels, skin-tight clothes that left no room for breathing and hairstyles that took hours of torture to bring into being, but at heart, she loved comfort. Fuzzy socks, yoga pants and an oversized T-shirt made Lucy a very happy woman, indeed.
    “ Fuck. ”
    Victor stood stock still in the doorway of the bedroom, his eyes gone dark and feral. He’d caught her with her hands behind her back, fingers on the clasp of the bra embellished with an intricate lace pattern. The huskily whispered word stilled her hand, the dangerous need in his eyes an intoxicating compliment.
    “Is there a problem?” she asked when he didn’t move.
    He dragged his gaze away from her breasts and to her face. “There’s only one bedroom.”
    She dropped her hands. “I told you the place is small.”
    “And there aren’t any doors. Why aren’t there any doors in here?” Victor seemed to struggle with himself. His gaze began to roam toward her cleavage every few seconds, but with what looked like a concerted effort, he’d snap his gaze back up to her face if he took in too much.
    “Wait a minute,” Lucy said in a husky voice, a self-satisfied grin curving her lips upward. “You seem uncomfortable. Are you okay?”
    “You said this place has provisions.” Another slip of his gaze. Another snap to attention. “Where are they?”
    “Are you hungry?” She knew she played a dangerous game, but something wicked in her couldn’t resist the temptation. Lucy trailed her fingers down her neck in one slow, deliberate glide, twisting so that Victor was teased with the full view of her glyph and her carotid.
    “No,” he said with a growl.
    “Liar,” she replied softly. His teeth had elongated a fraction, his eyes dilating into pinpricks. She knew all the signs of an aroused male vampire too well.
    She baited him with blood, a risky tantalization. But she did it to ruffle his feathers. Beneath the gruff exterior beat the heart of a man.
    Still, what she did was cruel, especially because she would never allow him to drink from her. “But,” she added, “if you’ll give me a moment, I’ll grab a shirt to put on. I forget that not everyone is comfortable with nudity. I’ll endeavor not to insult your sensibilities going forward.”
    Victor blinked as if coming out of a trance. He took a step forward. “My what?”
    Laughing, she knew she toed a different dangerous line. “Go, Victor. I’ll change, then climb into bed and get out of your hair. I know the morning’s coming and I’m ready to collapse right here. You must be equally exhausted.” She figured he’d want her