to the side of hers. His hot breath fell against her neck, scorching her. "Ancient Greeks never had a problem with public nudity," he whispered in her ear.
Her breasts tightened.
Slowly, he lifted his hand so that he could tilt her chin up. His gaze held hers enthralled as he appeared to search her mind for something.
Before she could move, he lowered his lips to hers.
Amanda moaned at the contact. This kiss was different from his last one. This one was gentle. Tender.
And it made her burn.
He left her lips and trailed a blazing path down her jaw to her neck, his tongue laving her skin ever so lightly. She wrapped her arms around his bare shoulders and surrendered her weight to him.
"You are so very tempting," he whispered, then traced the curve of her ear with his tongue. "But I have a job to do and you hate all things not human. And
everything
paranormal." He pulled back and gave her a wistful look. "Pity."
He freed his towel from her bracelet, tossed it over his shoulder, then headed to the bedroom. Amanda clenched her teeth at the sight of that luscious, gorgeous backside.
Her body on fire, she watched until he closed the door behind him.
Suddenly, she remembered the diaper.
No sooner had the thought crossed her mind than Hunter opened the door, tossed her one, then closed it again.
Kyrian leaned against the closed door as he fought the raging need inside him. It was raw and vicious, and it made him ache for things he knew he could never have.
Things that could only hurt him more. And he had been hurt enough to last ten thousand lifetimes.
He had to put her out of his thoughts.
But even as he stood there, the loneliness of his life settled down on him with a vengeance.
"
You let your heart lead you far too often, boy. One day, it's going to lead you to ruin
." He winced at his father's warning in his head. Neither of them had any idea at that time just how true those words would one day prove.
I am a Dark-Hunter.
That was what he needed to focus on. He was the only thing standing between Amanda and annihilation.
Desiderius was out there and he must stop him.
But what he really wanted to do was go downstairs, scoop Amanda up in his arms, and carry her back to his house where he could spend the entire night exploring every inch of her body with his lips, his hands. His tongue.
"I am such a fool," he snarled, forcing himself to dress in the clothes Julian had left for him.
He would think no more of her or of his past. He had a higher calling. One that couldn't be ignored.
He was a protector. And he would live and die as a protector, which meant that physical comforts such as a woman like Amanda were strictly off limits to him.
A few minutes later, dressed in Julian's jeans and a black V-neck sweater, he left the room with his leather coat over his arm, and went downstairs where Julian, Grace, Amanda, and the children were waiting.
Julian handed him a small paper sack.
"Gee," Kyrian said as he took it, "thanks, Dad. I promise to be a good boy and play nice with the other kids."
Julian laughed. "Smart-ass."
"Better than a dumb-ass." Kyrian sobered as he looked at Amanda and a burning wave of desire scorched him. What was it about her that made him unable to look at her without wanting to taste that mouth? Feel her warm body in his arms?
Kyrian cleared his throat. "Make sure she stays here until morning. The Daimons can't enter without an invitation."
"What about tomorrow night?" Grace asked.
"Desiderius should be dead by then."
Julian nodded.
Kyrian turned to leave, but before he could reach the door, Amanda stopped him with a gentle hand on his arm.
"Thank you," she said.
He inclined his head to her.
Leave
. Because if he didn't, he just might yield to that demanding need inside him.
He looked past Amanda to Julian's wife. "It was nice meeting you, Grace."
"You too, Commander."
As he started out the door, Amanda caught him again and turned him about. Before he knew what she was doing,
Her breasts tightened.
Slowly, he lifted his hand so that he could tilt her chin up. His gaze held hers enthralled as he appeared to search her mind for something.
Before she could move, he lowered his lips to hers.
Amanda moaned at the contact. This kiss was different from his last one. This one was gentle. Tender.
And it made her burn.
He left her lips and trailed a blazing path down her jaw to her neck, his tongue laving her skin ever so lightly. She wrapped her arms around his bare shoulders and surrendered her weight to him.
"You are so very tempting," he whispered, then traced the curve of her ear with his tongue. "But I have a job to do and you hate all things not human. And
everything
paranormal." He pulled back and gave her a wistful look. "Pity."
He freed his towel from her bracelet, tossed it over his shoulder, then headed to the bedroom. Amanda clenched her teeth at the sight of that luscious, gorgeous backside.
Her body on fire, she watched until he closed the door behind him.
Suddenly, she remembered the diaper.
No sooner had the thought crossed her mind than Hunter opened the door, tossed her one, then closed it again.
Kyrian leaned against the closed door as he fought the raging need inside him. It was raw and vicious, and it made him ache for things he knew he could never have.
Things that could only hurt him more. And he had been hurt enough to last ten thousand lifetimes.
He had to put her out of his thoughts.
But even as he stood there, the loneliness of his life settled down on him with a vengeance.
"
You let your heart lead you far too often, boy. One day, it's going to lead you to ruin
." He winced at his father's warning in his head. Neither of them had any idea at that time just how true those words would one day prove.
I am a Dark-Hunter.
That was what he needed to focus on. He was the only thing standing between Amanda and annihilation.
Desiderius was out there and he must stop him.
But what he really wanted to do was go downstairs, scoop Amanda up in his arms, and carry her back to his house where he could spend the entire night exploring every inch of her body with his lips, his hands. His tongue.
"I am such a fool," he snarled, forcing himself to dress in the clothes Julian had left for him.
He would think no more of her or of his past. He had a higher calling. One that couldn't be ignored.
He was a protector. And he would live and die as a protector, which meant that physical comforts such as a woman like Amanda were strictly off limits to him.
A few minutes later, dressed in Julian's jeans and a black V-neck sweater, he left the room with his leather coat over his arm, and went downstairs where Julian, Grace, Amanda, and the children were waiting.
Julian handed him a small paper sack.
"Gee," Kyrian said as he took it, "thanks, Dad. I promise to be a good boy and play nice with the other kids."
Julian laughed. "Smart-ass."
"Better than a dumb-ass." Kyrian sobered as he looked at Amanda and a burning wave of desire scorched him. What was it about her that made him unable to look at her without wanting to taste that mouth? Feel her warm body in his arms?
Kyrian cleared his throat. "Make sure she stays here until morning. The Daimons can't enter without an invitation."
"What about tomorrow night?" Grace asked.
"Desiderius should be dead by then."
Julian nodded.
Kyrian turned to leave, but before he could reach the door, Amanda stopped him with a gentle hand on his arm.
"Thank you," she said.
He inclined his head to her.
Leave
. Because if he didn't, he just might yield to that demanding need inside him.
He looked past Amanda to Julian's wife. "It was nice meeting you, Grace."
"You too, Commander."
As he started out the door, Amanda caught him again and turned him about. Before he knew what she was doing,
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