Scandalous
Episode 8 by Valerie Twombly
Abby paced the worn carpet and hardly took note of the tray of food that was left on the table for her. She'd answered their damn questions. Submitted to their stinking blood tests too and was beginning to feel like a pincushion. The door flung open, and Reed's broad shoulders blocked the light from the hall.
"Well? Don't stand there gawking at me. Did I pass?" Her last nerve was strung so tight it was likely to snap at any second.
He slipped in and closed the door behind him, turning the lock. "Oh you passed. The CHC is most pleased with my choice. We are to bond immediately."
She cocked a brow and jabbed her hands on her hips. "Here? Now?" she looked around. How the hell had she missed the bed? Well now this just feels dirty.
"I like dirty. Most especially from you." He grinned and flashed a hint of fang and she stifled a moan.
"You really need to stay out of my head. It's rude. Besides...what about Mr. X?" She couldn't tear her gaze from his fingers as he slowly––painfully slow to be exact––pulled at the buttons on his shirt until he exposed an expansive chest and an eight-pack of abs. "Umm...shit." She dug her nails into her palms to keep from tracing her fingertips over every peak and valley.
Reed chuckled and tossed his shirt to the floor as he stalked toward her. "Darlin', Mr. X is being hunted as I speak."
"What? I don't understand." She took a step back, her progress halted when she bumped the bed.
"You really think you can keep his name a secret from me?" He unbuckled his belt then slipped the button through its hole and lowered the zipper.
She swallowed.
"Nervous darlin'?" His mouth twitched, and she wasn't sure if she wanted to slap him or kiss him. Kissing was preferable.
As if reading her mind, and he likely was...he stepped closer, leaned in and nuzzled her neck. She stiffened, waiting for the bite; instead he flicked out his tongue and traced a line downward until he reached that one little spot. The one that caused her lips to part on a moan, and heat to flood her sex. Even her nipples hardened into painful points and for a moment she forgot her name.
He slid his hands along her arms, to her hips, and then slipped them under her blouse. The skin on skin contact sent a jolt of energy coursing through her. "Damn," she sighed.
He lifted his mouth to her ear. "Imagine how it will feel when I part your silky thighs and bury my cock deep inside you," he whispered.
"Is it getting hot in here?" Desire so raw claimed her body and she caved to it. Leaning forward, she kissed his chest. Inhaled his musky scent until her mouth watered.
