"Pfft. I don't believe it." I shook my head and leaned into Wynn's arms, feeling safe there and less like I might fall apart at any moment.
"Believe it." Wynn rubbed his nose against mine. "He's been guarding your door while you sleep."
"He has?" I tried to move out of his embrace to check, but Wynn held on tight.
"If he hadn't been, I'd have snuck back in here before to finish what I'd started." The husky tone of Wynn's voice caused me to stop in place. My body warmed and I could feel the beginnings of his powers teasing me.
"We can't," I murmured, though I was slickening between my thighs already. "Antoine..."
"Antoine can fuck off." Wynn's hand drifted down to my butt and pressed me firmly against his front, where his hardened cock poked my stomach. "I owe you an orgasm, don't I?" My mouth dried and my breathing quickened. I tilted my head back, my lips ready and waiting for Wynn's kiss. His mouth didn't so much as take mine but coaxed it, like he did everything else. He teased me with his lips, his teeth, and his tongue. I was a puddle of goo in his arms and had to cling to his neck to keep my feet under me. When he lifted me up to wrap my legs around his waist, I moaned, rubbing myself against him. I'd waited for this forever. I cursed myself for taking so long to get to this point with him. I really should have made him my first out of them, but no regrets. I was here with him now.
Wynn walked us over to the bed and lowered me down until my back was on the mattress. I latched on to him, keeping him from moving too far away from me. With a smirk, Wynn released my lips and trailed his mouth down my neck. I moaned as he brushed Antoine's mark, sending new, hot streams of desire through me.
I tried to pull at his clothing, but he caught my hands. "Slow down, pet. We have all the time in the world."
My mind cleared enough to ask, "What about Marcus? He can hear us."
"He's gone off to bed now. As have the rest of our people. Now, do you really want to talk about where everyone is, or do you want to come?" He cupped my hot heat over my pants. I arched into his touch, not wanting him to stop. "I thought so."
Returning his lips to my neck, Wynn made a path over the exposed skin until he got to the neck of my shirt. His hands pushed up the bottom of it until it stopped at my armpits, but he didn't pull it off. Humming in his throat, Wynn caressed my bra-clad breasts, giving special attention to each peak. "I have dreamed of your perfect breasts. Are they as wonderful as I imagined?"
I gasped and pushed myself into his hands as I scrambled to unsnap the bra. I wanted nothing more than to have his hands on my breasts. I was anxious for it. Then, my stomach growled, the traitorous bastard.
Wynn lifted his head, his eyes crinkling at the sides. "Hungry?"
"No," I lied, trying to bring him back to me. "Not at all. Keep going."
Shaking his head, he moved away from me and offered me a hand. "As much as I regret saying this, I'll have to find out how great your breasts are another time. You need to eat. I should have remembered that."
"No, I don't." I didn't move from the bed, hoping I looked alluring enough to draw him back to me. "I can eat later. I need you now."
Chuckling, Wynn stared down at me with amusement and not as much heat as I wanted. "Yes, you do. You've lost a lot of blood. Antoine's blood can only do so much. Besides..." He leaned down and traced his fingers along the line of my underboob, leaving me quaking beneath his hands. "I don't want you passing out while I ravish you."
"Okay," I squeaked, and jerked my head up and down quickly. "But something quick. Like a sandwich or something. I don't need a lot." I redid my bra and let him lift me up from the bed, while he laughed quietly at my eagerness. I'd have been embarrassed, but I was too damn turned on to care.
Wynn escorted me out of my shared room and into the hallway. My eyes drifted over to a spot to the side of the door and my feet stopped on their own. My heart sped up and any desire I felt dried up like a prune.
That was where Valentine attacked me. Where I almost...I swallowed thickly, my eyes drifting down to the carpet. I didn't see any blood on the runner, but that didn't mean there wasn't any. If there was, my heightened senses were too dull to catch it. Wynn could probably smell it. I almost asked him, but then he wrapped a comforting arm around my shoulders and drew me toward the stairs.
"Come now, pet," he murmured soothingly into my ear. "No need to dwell on it. He'll get his, never you worry."
My head jerked toward Wynn's stoic expression. "What do you mean?"
"Shh, not here. Later." His eyes moved around as if to tell me others were listening.
I nodded reluctantly, but I was impatient to know what they planned on doing to take care of the problem and if I could be part of it.
At the bottom of the stairs, we met with Rayne. He shot an accusatory look at Wynn and announced strangely, "It's my turn."
Wynn lifted a shoulder. "You were busy. I'm taking Piper to get some breakfast. You're free to join us."
I cast a look between the two of them, wondering what the hell they were talking about, but neither of them elaborated. Instead, Rayne huffed and nodded before taking up the empty space on my left. Now, both vampires escorted me through the foyer and down the hallway. We passed the drawing room and library doors, and bypassed the dining room completely to head into the kitchen.
Darren, completely in his element, moved around the kitchen with the other members of the household. Namely, Fauns and a small Asian woman who could have been eighteen or eighty. I couldn't tell one way or the other.
When we stepped into the room, Fauns and the woman stopped what they were doing and dismissed themselves. Darren stayed and went about preparing what smelled like bacon and eggs. I might have said I wasn't hungry, but the moment I smelled the delicious aroma of food, my stomach grumbled once more.
Wynn chuckled beside me and led me to a chair at their breakfast nook. "Not hungry, huh?"