Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 83353 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 417(@200wpm)___ 333(@250wpm)___ 278(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83353 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 417(@200wpm)___ 333(@250wpm)___ 278(@300wpm)
“But—” Samantha began.
Just then they all heard the clear, tinkling sound of the bell being rung down at the small reception desk in the foyer.
“Ah—my next guests have arrived so I must go,” Ms. Primrose told them. “You’ll have to be sure to tell me what else you see or don’t see tomorrow morning.”
And with a knowing wink, she left them alone in the room which might or might not be haunted—at this point, R’orn really didn’t know.
6
SAM
“That was quite a tour she gave us, wouldn’t you say?” Sam looked up at the big Kindred speculatively. Her neck was still throbbing from where he’d bitten and sucked her so savagely.
And be honest, Sam, whispered a little voice in her head. That’s not the only part of you that’s throbbing!”
She’d been so irritated with the big Kindred for being a jerk about what she did for a living, that she hadn’t allowed herself to realize how attractive he was—but she was definitely noticing now. Yes, he was a jerk, but there was no denying that her heart had been pounding when he’d grabbed her and bent her over his muscular arm to kiss and lick and suck the vulnerable side of her throat.
Her neck had always been an erogenous zone for Sam—it was almost as sensitive as her nipples and she melted when a man kissed or bit her there. How in the world had R’orn known that? And why had he acted the way that he had? Could it be that the spirit of Beau Hartford had actually possessed him for a minute or two? And might it happen again? Could—
“We need to go,” R’orn growled, breaking her train of thought.
“What?” Sam asked. “What are you talking about?”
“I’m talking about how there’s something wrong with this fucking room,” he growled, his golden eyes flashing. “And we need to leave—now.”
“Oh, I see how it is.” Sam went over and sat on the side of the bed and looked up at him. “You scoff at the supernatural but the minute you see or experience anything at all that shakes your disbelief, you want to turn tail and run away as fast as you can.”
“What?” R’orn had been in the act of heading for the door, but now he turned and glared down at her. “What did you just say? Did you call me a coward?”
Sam arched an eyebrow at him.
“Well, if the size twenty-two boot fits…”
“Fuck that—I am not fucking afraid.” R’orn crossed his arms over his massive chest.
“So you’re not worried that the spirits of Beau and Caroline might take us over and use us for their own ends—the way the spirit of Beau did to you just now?” Sam demanded.
“That was…I don’t know what that was, but it wasn’t a spirit using my body,” he growled, looking perplexed. “None of that shit the Innkeeper said is true—spirits aren’t real!”
“Then prove it by staying here with me tonight,” Sam challenged him. “If you’re not afraid of being possessed by a spirit and doing his will—or of seeing something that’s ‘not real’— you’ll stay right here with me.”
“Stay here all night?” He sounded apprehensive.
“Not only that—if you really don’t believe the spirits will use us, then you’ll sleep beside me in this bed all night. And of course, nothing will happen because none of what I do for a living is real—right?”
She didn’t know why she was taunting the big Kindred—or specifying that he had to sleep in the bed with her to prove he wasn’t afraid. Previously she’d been thinking of making him sleep on the floor. But after that scorching neck kiss, she felt a little different towards her Protector. Though she wasn’t sure she wanted to admit that, even to herself. But there was no denying her physical reaction to him—her nipples were tight and her pussy was wet and aching.
Also, she couldn’t pass up the chance to make him admit the supernatural world was real. Since she’d met him, R’orn had been denigrating her work and acting annoyingly superior—as though she was some crazy person he had to baby-sit while she went out hunting “ghosts.” Sam really wanted to rub his nose in the fact that what she was doing was real and valid and this seemed like a perfect way to do it.
As for why the spirits had chosen to show themselves to R’orn instead of to her, well—that was all right. She could still feel their presence in the room, even if they weren’t talking to her.
“Well?” she asked, raising an eyebrow again. “Are you going…or staying?”
“Fine. I’ll stay.” R’orn came and sat beside her on the bed—which creaked alarmingly under his muscular weight.
Sam felt a ticklish sensation, almost as though someone was blowing in her ear. A shiver of something that could only be described as pure lust rushed through her, but she managed to keep her face straight when she answered.