Chapter 46: The Deal
Chapter 46: The Deal
Vivian Grey’s POV"W-What are you doing?" I breathed out, my voice trembling as my pulse quickened.
Zaliver’s eyes gleamed with something dark and hungry. "I got the results," he murmured, stepping closer, that crooked smile curving his lips. "I can mark you now. But tonight, I’m leaving a different kind of mark."
His gaze flickered for just a second, something unreadable passing through his expression before the smug confidence returned. I didn’t miss it. I latched onto it, desperate for time.
"What did the results say? Is everything okay?" I asked, pretending to focus on anything but how close he was, on how my shoulder burned with anticipation.
He didn’t hesitate. "Perfect. Everything came back perfect."
I searched his face, trying to decipher if he was bluffing. I couldn’t tell. Not with him. "Really? Then can I—"
"Shhh." He hushed me gently, and before I could finish, his lips captured mine.
The kiss melted my thoughts into nothing. It wasn’t frantic or rough, but slow and purposeful, like he was savoring every second. Like I was something rare. Like he had six hundred years of patience and had chosen to spend a portion of it on this exact moment. I’d expected something more urgent from him, something matching the intensity of his possessiveness, but instead he kissed me the way someone kisses a thing they’re terrified of losing. Carefully. Deliberately. Like he was memorizing it.
That scared me more than the hunger would have.
When we finally parted, he didn’t stop. His lips trailed over my cheek and down to my throat, leaving a path of fire behind. I gasped when he sucked softly at the tender skin of my neck, and I could feel the smile against me when a moan slipped out.
My hands slid up into his thick, midnight hair, fingers tangling in the silk of it. His growl rumbled low in his chest and shook through me, vibrating straight down to my toes. He wrapped his arms around me tighter, and my leg instinctively lifted, curling around his waist. Without a word, he lifted me with ease, my other leg locking around him.
He never stopped. His mouth never left my skin, not even when he walked us across the room. His canines scraped against my throat again and again, a reminder of what he could do, what he might still do, and it made me feel completely unhinged in a way I was starting to think I didn’t mind.
When my back hit the bed, he hovered over me. The weight of his body, the warmth, the scent of him, it overwhelmed my senses. I could feel every shift between us, every hard edge of his body against mine. A strange kind of pride bloomed in me, knowing the effect I had on him. My wolf purred in satisfaction.
Zaliver’s mouth found mine again, urgent now, and I kissed him back like he was air. When we finally broke apart, both of us panting, his gaze held me in place. Lust simmered in his eyes, but something else too, something more possessive. Devouring.
Moon above.
He rolled off me, his body heat still lingering like a brand. With a smooth motion, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a small key. I blinked as he unlocked the chains around my wrists, his face unreadable again.