Shadow Touched: A Paranormal Vampire Romance (A Touch of Vampire Book 1) by Becky Moynihan (great reads TXT) 📕

moved against me, I almost blacked out from the sheer bliss of it. I writhed, desperate to make him go faster, but his other hand slid beneath me to cup my breast, anchoring me in place. I moaned, drowning in the sensations he slowly wrung out of me. Only thin leather and a scrap of lace separated our skin, and oh how I loathed the material. I wanted to feel all of him against all of me. I wanted him inside of me.

Then he did something unexpected, capturing my full attention. Through the leather, I felt him scrape a sharpened nail—no, claw—down my center. I screamed, my body trembling uncontrollably. He did it again and again, slowly, teasing me mercilessly. Unable to take much more, I panted his name, pleading with him. I needed . . .

And he gave, stroking my sensitive peak at the pace I needed, pushing me closer and closer to the edge.

Seconds later, I shattered under his touch, crying out as I came hard. His fingers continued to move, prolonging the utter bliss. It lasted so long, I almost didn’t survive. When I eventually floated down, spent and satiated, he wrapped both arms around me and simply said, “Sleep, McKenna.”

So I did.

* * *

My stomach cramped with hunger and growled loudly, dragging me awake.

What was that smell?

My stomach growled again even louder. I rolled onto my side and a million aches slammed into me at once, stealing my breath. Confused, I jerked my eyes open to a strange room. I struggled to sit up in the large unfamiliar bed that smelled primarily of lake water and dirt—or maybe the smell was me. That wasn’t the scent my stomach was responding to though.

Where in the world was I? What happened last night?

The sun was shining through the room’s sheer gray curtains, but I had no idea what time it was, or even what day. I racked my brain, trying to remember how I’d gotten here, but came up empty. Alarm flooded me, followed by panic when the gray and white comforter fell to my waist, displaying my half naked state. I yanked the bed’s white sheet up to my neck, covering my red bra.

Wait.

A memory from last night finally surfaced. I dropped the sheet and reached inside my bra, but the plastic-protected paper Reid had left me wasn’t there. “Shoot,” I muttered, patting the bed sheets and looking under the pillows. Ignoring my body’s aches as best I could, I crawled to the edge of the bed and plopped onto my stomach to peer underneath.

A throat cleared from behind me.

I quickly popped my head back up and looked over my shoulder. The blood drained from my face. Lochlan stood in the doorway—the human-looking version of him. He was casually dressed in charcoal jeans and a snug black t-shirt that showed off his well-defined biceps and vine tattoos. Awareness slammed into me like a freight train. My lacy-underwear-clad butt was sticking up in the air, giving Lochlan an eyeful.

I did the only thing I could think of, sliding off the bed to land in a heap on the carpeted floor. Ow. I rubbed the spot where I’d landed, then froze, holding my breath. Maybe if I remained perfectly still, he’d leave and we could pretend this never happened.

“McKenna.”

I closed my eyes and silently cursed. It couldn’t get much more embarrassing than this. “Yeah?” I said, grimacing as my voice squeaked. Play it cool, Kenna! Smoothing my expression into what I hoped was indifference—as if sliding off beds half naked was a morning ritual of mine—I sat up and reached for the bed sheet to cover myself.

“You need to eat.”

I frowned as I wrapped the sheet around my body. “Um, okay.”

Why was he here anyway? I was seriously missing some memories of last night.

“It will help with the cravings and the lingering urges,” he added, and I paused to consider his words. When they still didn’t make sense after a few moments, I casually stood, tripping a little on the long sheet.

“I could eat. But, um . . . I seem to have misplaced my clothes. And where are we?” And why was he here? I was still mad at him for being so rude to me last week. A thought came to me and the blood drained from my face again. “Please don’t tell me I got drunk last night. I never do that.”

Fates, we didn’t . . . do anything, did we? It would explain my state of undress. But no. There was no way I would do anything that stupid. My eyes widened. Did he drug me?

My mouth dried and I pulled the sheet tighter. “Explain or I’m calling the police.” Crap, where was my phone?

Lochlan took a slow step into the room and I tensed, preparing to defend myself. But who was I kidding? He was a vampire! And I didn’t . . . I didn’t have the silver dagger. This was bad. Really really bad.

“It’s okay,” he said, using his dumb sexy voice to soothe me.

“No. It’s not,” I said forcefully, trying not to show my fear. “I can’t remember what happened last night after the Halloween party. I’m practically naked in a strange bedroom, and you are here. It is definitely not okay.”

His brows pulled together, the only emotion he revealed. “You’ll regain your memories soon—sometimes it takes awhile for your body to adjust after a change. And you took off your clothes last night when you got too hot. Unfortunately, they can’t be salvaged, but there’s clothing in the dresser behind you.” His expression smoothed, but his voice hardened when he added, “As for why I’m here, I have experience with handling this sort of thing. As soon as you’re recovered, I’ll take you home.”

Apparently finished with our conversation, he turned on his heel and left me to speechlessly gape at an empty doorway. Was he mad at me?

Holy fates, what happened last night?

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I finished buttoning the white dress