VET Vampire Romance 01 - Covet

dark chestnut hair from her face, tucking them back into the loose mess of her bun.
    She was so beautiful.
    His Lilah.
    He traced a lone fingertip down her warm satin cheek, unable to remember the last time he had felt so content and had watched over a woman as she slept in his arms. Not this past century at least. The theatre had become his life since the night it opened, stealing all his time and energy. Until Lilah had walked into his life and filled it with new colours and sounds, and scents, and rekindled his desire to live.
    Her nose wrinkled as he brushed it and she frowned, buried her head into the crook of his arm, and curled up.
    Javier smiled.
    He loved her so much.
    He bent his head to press a kiss to her brow and she rolled away from him and wriggled backwards until her bottom pressed into his hip. The heat of her against him and the sight of her peachy backside so close to his crotch shattered the peace and stoked the fire of passion back into life within him. His cock twitched and started to harden, and he rolled onto his side and nestled it in the crack of her bottom. She moaned in her sleep and rubbed against him, tearing a low groan from his throat in response.
    Javier dropped kisses on the back of her shoulder, the nape of her neck, and then the top of her shoulder close to where he had bitten her.
    Bitten her.
    He smiled and kissed the marks, glad that he hadn’t hurt her with his bite. It was further proof to him that Lord Ashville’s bond to her was incomplete. It boosted his hope that the law would land on his side when time came to face her so-called master. The sacred law spoke of a vampire violating it and that the pain caused to the human would mark the violation. Lilah was right. It didn’t speak of a human violating the law or that the owned human would feel no pain. He needed to speak to Antoine about it as soon as possible and see what he made of the situation. Antoine would be angry with him for violating it in the first place since he hadn’t known then that his touch and bite wouldn’t pain Lilah, but his old friend had to see that this case was unique and required those who ruled the vampires to decide on the outcome. Antoine couldn’t let Lord Ashville act out the penalty without an investigation into the bond between him and Lilah.
    Javier wrapped his arm around her stomach and pulled her roughly against him, grinding his hard cock against the crack of her backside at the same time. He pressed his mouth to her shoulder, breathing in the trace of her blood scent and closing his eyes. He should go to Antoine now but he couldn’t muster the strength to leave the bed and Lilah’s side yet, not until he had seen pleasure on her face one more time and seen in her eyes that she shared his feelings.
    “Lilah,” he whispered and kissed along her neck, up the delicate slope of it to her ear. “Are you awake?”
    She moaned and rubbed her bottom against him. “One of us certainly is.”
    He smiled. “It is still night. I am supposed to be awake... and so are you.”
    Lilah sighed and rolled to face him, throwing her knee over his hip. Her mound pressed against his erection, heating it and bringing back memories of how tight and hot she was. He groaned.
    “How long was I asleep?” she muttered.
    “Only an hour.” He smiled down at her when her eyes fluttered open and her beautiful golden irises rose to meet his.
    Lilah frowned. “What were you doing in that time?”
    “Watching you sleep.” His honest answer drew a harder frown from her. He pressed the pad of his thumb between her eyes and smoothed it away, still smiling ear to ear at her. “You are beautiful when you are sleeping in my arms.”
    She smiled and snuggled closer to him. “Am I not beautiful any other time?”
    “All the time,” he whispered and kissed her. She opened to him, tipping her head back and willingly accepting his kiss. He closed his eyes in pleasure, lost in the feel of her mouth on his, so warm and soft and sweet, everything he had ever dreamed of experiencing. She honestly didn’t think he was a monster. He had growled, snarled, broken his bonds and bitten her, and she had accepted all of it.
    All of him.
    “Mmm,” she hummed and drew away from him again. Her fingers stroked the left side of his neck, her eyes tracking them from the point below his earlobe to his collarbone. “Where did you get this?”
    “In a fight.” There was no point in masking who he was and the things he had