Terror at the Gates (Blood of Lilith, #1)

by Scarlett St. Clair

“My ass hurts,” I said. “Can’t we just…I don’t know, cut the electricity to the house?” Zahariev gave me that amused half smile that I sometimes loved and sometimes hated. Right now, I couldn’t decide. “Sure,” he said. “But then he’ll have us on camera, cutting the electricity to his house.” At this point, I’d risk it. I sighed and rolled my eyes, shifting in my seat. “I could give you a massage,” Zahariev suggested. “You just want an excuse to touch my ass,” I said. Zahariev’s brows rose and his smile grew, but his eyes were trained on the house. “Touch is a rather tame word for what I want to do to you.” My whole body flushed. I wasn’t used to those kinds of words coming out of his mouth, but I liked it. “There’s plenty of space in the back for a demonstration,” I said. “Space isn’t really the issue,” he said. “It’s time.” “Well, we’ve been here for almost an hour. You could have given me at least two orgasms by now.” Zahariev’s brows lowered. “I think that was an insult.” I shrugged. “I don’t really have enough data to give a more accurate number, so you can just take it as a challenge.” “I’ll accept your challenge, but I think I deserve to know the most you’ve ever had.” “In one session?” “Yeah,” he said. “I need to know what I should aim for.” I tried not to smile. “Five.” “Just five?” “Just? You say that like you can have more than one!” “Yeah, but I’ve given more than five in one go,” he said. I crossed my arms over my chest. “So you’ve been holding back?” “It’s not...