Chapter Six

"UM...YOU'RE, UM, GOING too fast," Spencer felt obliged to point out, "for a human."

"It's fine," Etienne said curtly. "Your apartment building doesn't have any security cameras."

"Oh. That's—-"

"Not good," he told her bluntly, "but it should be rectified soon enough."

His words had her shooting a suspicious look at his direction. "Am I under surveillance?" she demanded.

"Of course not." Not a lie per se, but the moment she had learned the truth about his kind, he had been obliged to inform the old bloods about this. From that point on, incognito Caros would be monitoring her every conversation to ensure she did not speak of their secret to any other human. The only time surveillance on her would cease was if he claimed her life in any of the three ways approved by the old bloods: slavery, death...or marriage.

"Can we just please play it safe all the same?" she asked nervously.

Seeing the genuine worry in her hazel eyes, Etienne reined his impatience in and deliberately slowed down to that of a normal human.

"Thanks."

"You worry too much," he couldn't help chiding.

"I only just found out what you are," she retorted. "You should be glad I'm more concerned about keeping you alive than killing you."

He had to smile at that. "Touché, mi vavli... however—-" Dark eyes glinted down at her as they finally reached her apartment door. "I do not appreciate having to wait longer than necessary to have you in my arms—-"

"Um, about that." In the act of inserting the key into the lock, she turned around to face her boss and tried to reason with him one last time. "Don't you think we're, um, going a little too fast—-"

"I want you. Now. So it's your choice. Do I touch you here or in your room?"

Spencer made a face. "You call that a choice?"

"Then should I make the choice for you?" Etienne asked silkily.

"On second thought," she backtracked right away, "I think I'll go with the former."

Kiernan was still having breakfast at the small wooden table next to the kitchen when they entered the apartment, and Spencer's roommate nearly fell out of her chair at the sight of them.

"Hey." Spencer tried her best to sound blasé about suddenly showing up in their apartment with their mutual boss in tow. "Mr. Hirsche—-"

"Etienne, mi valvi." The words, albeit spoken in a low, silky murmur, were still loud enough to have Kiernan's eyes widen all the more.

Spencer glared up at her boss. Really? Did he really need to make her use his name now? Really?

The annoyance on her face was too cute to ignore, and Etienne couldn't resist the temptation of further fanning the flames of her anger. "You are my woman now—-" Said woman choked while her roommate started to grin. "And I am your man." The choking had now turned into a growl that would make any shapeshifter proud. "You must start calling me by my Christian name, unless of course..." Etienne raised a brow. "It is some kind of kink—-"

"Anyway..." Spencer practically found herself shouting just to drown the rest of his words off. "As I was saying—-"

Kiernan's grin widened at the way Spencer was having trouble meeting her eyes.

"We, um, have private matters to speak of, so...if you'll excuse us..." Spencer didn't waste time dragging her boss with her to the bedroom, not wanting to give him even one additional second to make things more embarrassing.

After locking the door, she whirled around, saying hotly, "Will you please—-" Spencer forgot the rest of what she had to say.

Because her boss - Etienne - was already naked.

Oh, Caro speed, I love you .

And then he was moving towards her, and by the time she finished gasping, he had already thrown her on the bed, and his fingers were moving inhumanly fast as he worked to divest her of her clothes. "Mr. H—-"

He growled down at her, and oh, the sound, terrifying as it was, only made her quiver all over, and when she finally managed to speak again, she was no longer able to keep herself from sounding breathless.

"Etienne..."

Triumph blazed from his dark eyes...just as he dispensed with the last piece of her clothing and he had completely bared her body to his side.

Oh God .

She tried to cover herself, but another growl of warning quickly had her arms falling limply back to her side, and all she could do was tremble and turn red all over as his ravenous gaze slowly devoured her from head to toe.

"You're embarrassing me," she snarled under her breath.

"No, mi vavli ." The rasp in his voice had become even more potent, more seductive, and she could feel her breasts ache and strain up in helpless response.

"I'm worshipping my woman's body..."

Etienne saw her nipples tighten at his words, and his hunger for her grew.

"And memorizing every inch of her..."

He leaned over her, so impossibly big and sexy, and a whimper rose up her throat and tumbled past her lips in a soft, uneven sound.

"Because all of it is mine ."

Her body arched against his, her softness touching his hardness for one tantalizing second.

"And it's mine, isn't it, mi vavli?"

"Yes." Spencer couldn't even think of lying. The moment she had felt the hair on his chest brush against her nipples, she had been completely lost, her whole being transported to a world where nothing but desire existed.

Oh God, how she needed him. Wanted him. Loved him.

And suddenly, all those months of helplessly aching for his attention, those countless nights where she would wish and wish that one day, she could wake up and see his beautiful face next to her in bed—-all of it was suddenly bursting out of her, and she could no longer stay silent—-

" Etienne ."

It was just his name, but ah, the way she fucking said it, and the way she stared up at him with so much yearning...he had never had a woman look at him that way before. Had never cared to have a woman look at him in such a way, but because this was Spencer, it meant something. And suddenly, he could no longer hold himself back, could no longer think of anything past the all-consuming urge to pleasure her.

"Etienne." This time, his name came out in a choked whisper, with Spencer suddenly finding herself showered with sweet, leisurely kisses that made her feel like melting and burning all at the same time.

He nibbled on her lips like they were his favorite snack, but when his lips moved down to suck gently on her pulse, she couldn't help holding her breath, wondering if he would drink her blood again.

Feeling her tense, Etienne said with a chuckle, "No, mi vavli. It will be different this time."

The words confused her, but they faded soon enough when she felt his lips resume its movement, trailing down lazily until he was able to nuzzle the valley between her breasts. His hands also started moving, and the moment she felt him cup her breasts, she couldn't help lifting her head.

Etienne glanced up the moment he sensed her gaze on him, and his balls tightened in arousal when he saw her wide-eyed gaze. He watched her watch him as he started kneading her breasts, gently at first to have her get used to his touch, and when he heard her sigh, he gripped her breasts hard and was rewarded by the sound of her breath catching as she once again gasped his name.

"Etienne!"

She couldn't help staring as his long, elegant fingers moved up and circle the erect buds of her breasts. The sight was so surreal, the thought that it was her boss, Etienne Hirsche, the man she had been secretly in love with for years...that it was him, fondling her breasts and playing with her nipples—-

Her throat tightened at the sheer wonder of it, and when his gaze captured hers while his mouth hovered dangerously close to one tightened tip.. oh God... his mouth closed over it, and a shudder of the most exquisite pleasure flamed through her veins. Knowing that he - her Etienne - was watching her, while his tongue circled her nipple, it was just too, too much, and she found herself crying his name out between whimpers and moans.

Etienne. God. Etienne.

It wasn't his first time to have a woman watch him make love to her, but somehow it was different with Spencer. There was something about the way her lips seemed to part unconsciously, something about the way she couldn't take her gaze off the way his lips and tongue were toying with her nipple...just fucking something about it that was too pure and beautiful...

His fangs were out in a flash, and in the next moment, he had her breast plumped up just before his fangs pierced the soft, firm flesh of her tit.

"Aaaaah!"

It was so completely unexpected that for several seconds she could only stare and shudder as he started drinking her blood from her breast while suckling on her nipple...and it felt so, so gooooooooood.

A sob rose out of her throat as he moved to her other breast, and this time he squeezed it hard and made the globe of flesh jiggle in his hand like a toy—-

"S-Stop that!"

But he only laughed. "Liar." And he proved this by squeezing her breast harder, and the rough gesture had a wanton cry spilling past her lips.

" Nooooo ...."

Fangs flashed out.

And then he was suckling her nipple while once again drinking again her blood.

Oh God.

Her head fell back, and she unconsciously clutched his massively broad shoulders when she felt something inside of her constrict and tighten, like sensations shaping itself into a pulsing, throbbing ball...

"Come for me now, Spencer."

And that ball liquified and exploded into a gush of feminine juices, her helpless cry bouncing against the walls of her bedroom as her body responded to his command. She came, and came, and came, came until she was all emptied out, and when she finally managed to pry her eyes open...

Etienne was smiling down at her, and Spencer was immediately suspicious. "Are you—-ah!"

His fingers had started stroking the still-wet triangle between her legs.

"Did you think we were already done?"