Once more, her gaze followed where I directed. Wonder filled her. “There’s…there are no new scars.”
“There will be no new scars. That is what I promised,” I reminded her.
“Your blood…” She swallowed. “It’s amazing.”
I was glad she thought that now. Later? Likely a different story.
Poppy’s gaze snapped back to mine. “You made me drink your blood.”
“I did.”
Her nose scrunched. “How?”
“It’s one of those things that occur during maturity,” I explained. “Not all of us can…compel others.”
“Have you done it before?” she asked. “On me?”
“You probably wish you could blame your prior actions on that,” I stated dryly. “But I haven’t, Poppy. I never needed nor wanted to.”
Confusion settled, causing her to purse her lips. “But you did it now.”
“I did.”
Her eyes narrowed. “You don’t even sound remotely ashamed.”
“I’m not,” I admitted, fighting a grin. “I told you that I would not allow you to die, and you would’ve died, Princess. You were dying.” A cold, harsh slice of pain cut through my stomach. “I saved your life. Some would suggest a thank you as the appropriate response.”
“I didn’t ask you to do it,” she said, and I’d never been more grateful to see that stubborn chin of hers lift.
“But you’re grateful, aren’t you?” I teased.
Poppy pressed her lips together.
Amusement rose. “Only you would argue with me about this.”
“I won’t turn—”
“No.” I sighed, lowering her arm to her stomach. “I told you the truth, Poppy. The Atlantians did not make the Craven. The Ascended did.”
Poppy stared at me, her chest rising sharply, and I thought I saw it then. A smidgen of acceptance before she looked at the exposed wooden beams of the ceiling. “We’re in a bedchamber.”
“We needed privacy.”
Her brow pinched. “Kieran didn’t want you to save me.”
“Because it’s forbidden.”
“Will I turn into a vampry?”
I laughed. I couldn’t help it because she was beginning to accept the truth.
“What about that is funny?”
“Nothing.” I grinned. “I know you still don’t want to believe the truth, but deep down, you do. That’s why you asked that question.” I glanced at the door as I heard footsteps approach, then retreat. “To turn, you would require far more blood than that. It would also require me to be more of an active participant.”
The breath she took was soft. “How…how would you be more of an active participant?”
My smile spread. “Would you rather I show you instead of telling you?”
“No,” she said, even as her desire increased.
I closed my eyes. “Liar.”
Poppy fell quiet again, and I knew I should get her cleaned up and then into bed so she could rest. Alone. There were things I needed to take care of. People I wanted to kill. Slowly. Painfully.
But she was warm and alive, safe in my arms, and I wasn’t ready to leave.
I would pay for that, sooner rather than later because Poppy’s breathing had changed. Her pulse had quickened. The other effects of my blood that I’d foolishly hoped would pass her by were now hitting her.
“Are…Naill and Delano okay?” she asked, her voice thicker, lusher.
“They will be fine,” I told her. “And I’m sure they’ll be happy to know you asked about them.”
Poppy didn’t respond to that. Perhaps she had, and I just didn’t hear her over my pounding pulse. I inhaled deeply and swallowed a groan. Her scent surrounded me, and I felt her heated stare on me. I could fucking feel exactly where her mind was going.
“Poppy,” I warned.
“What?” she whispered.
I gritted my teeth. “Stop thinking what you’re thinking.”
“How do you know what I’m thinking?”
Opening my eyes, I lowered my chin. “I know.”
Poppy stared back at me, her skin flushed as she shivered. Her hips wiggled, and I about cursed as my arm tightened around her. Wasn’t sure how that helped. It didn’t. Not when her ass was snug against my cock.
“You don’t know,” she denied, watching me through half-hooded eyes. She bit down on her lip and moaned. “Hawke.”
Fucking gods.
Poppy took that exact moment to stretch like a feline. Her back bowed, pressing her breasts against the shirt. “Hawke.”
“Don’t,” I bit out, stiffening. “Don’t call me that.”
“Why not?”
“Just don’t.” Not after this. Not after…oh, fuck.
Poppy’s hand was on the move, sliding up the length of her torn shirt. My mouth dried as I watched her fingers curl around her breast and press into the plump flesh.
“Poppy,” I forced out. “What are you doing?”
“I don’t know.”
That was an utter, complete lie.
Her eyes were closed as her back arched. She drew her thumb over the tip of her breast. “I’m on fire.”
“It’s just the blood,” I said, hearing how thick my voice was as I watched her. “It’ll pass, but you should…you need to stop doing that.”
To the surprise of no one, least of all me, Poppy didn’t listen.
She drew her thumb over the hardened nipple I could see clearly through the coarse, thin shirt. And she liked how it made her feel. Her breath was sharp.
Desire rippled through me as she shifted, pressing her thighs together—thighs I could clearly recall pressing against my shoulders as I tasted her.
“Hawke?”
A taut bolt of pleasure cut through me. “Poppy, for the love of the gods.”
Her eyes opened as her hand left her breast. There was a moment of reprieve, but then her fingers were on the move again, sliding down her stomach, and any relief vanished.
“Kiss me?” Her sultry whisper taunted me.
Every muscle in my body tensed. “You don’t want that.”
“I do.” The tips of her fingers reached the loose band of her breeches. “I need it.”
“You only think that right now.” What I would’ve given to hear her say that any other time. “It’s the blood.”
“I don’t care.” Her hand slipped lower. “Touch me? Please?”
Need shredded me as I groaned. “You think you hate me now? If I do what you’re asking, you’ll want to murder me.” My lips tipped up. On second thought… “Well, you’ll want to murder me more than you already do. You don’t have control of yourself right now.”
The skin of her brow creased. “No.”
“No?” I repeated, watching her hand inch its way down.
“I don’t hate you.”
A low rumble came from me. It wasn’t just need that seized me. So much desire did that I’d grabbed her wrist before I even realized what I was doing. I wanted to replace her hand with mine—my fingers, my lips, my tongue. My cock thickened.