Offering My Neck To You Novels & Stories

"His name was Julian Voss." Elena felt the name settle over her like something she should have already known and didn't. "You think he's alive." "I think," her father said slowly, "that whoever built Vantage Meridian wanted us to believe it was possible. Whether that's the truth or a very expensive way of making Marcus afraid enough to cooperate, I don't know." Lucien's expression had gone unreadable in a way Elena was learning to recognize as him working very hard not to react. "You know that name," she said, looking at him.

“Let me heal you, please. For my sanity and for Zeus’s as well.” I turned my look, staring into his deep blue eyes, pleadingly, silently asking for mercy not to make me do this. I hated to see him sad or disappointed. Accepting an offer like that was similar to letting something intimate happen between us. Something that I couldn’t allow, no matter how much I yearned for it. My pleading look didn’t help me at all, and the weird thing was that I didn’t make a move to get out of his embrace, either. I just found myself slightly nodding, and moments later, I felt his wet and warm tongue on my neck.

While I'm not ready to anger Hardin, I'm not willing to cower or submit again. "What if I offer you the one thing that you desire more than anything?" I say softly, whispering the words so no one hears me. I could feel my neck flush with heat, the instant shiver that hits my body doesn't help. Damn this bite. I mentally scold myself. Hardins eyes darken, flickering across my face in search for any sign of playfulness. He finds none. Am I really offering it him? Do I even want to? "Tomorrow." Is his response, his arm dropping from my waist.

I asked, pulling away, but he caught my hand, leading it back to what he had shamelessly on display. “Well, what better way to cheer you up than a naked man?” “You are not exactly naked,” I teased, but he had a point. One look and I was sold on whatever he wanted to do. He bent over, his fingers on my neck pulling me in. “If you want to see me naked, then you have to make a very good offer.” His hot breath fanned my ears, sending warm signals throughout my body. My body was easily affected by him. I bit my lip as my thoughts grew wild. He pressed a kiss on my neck, his hands finding my waist.

I nodded, Lowering my head, I offered the nape of my neck to him, exposing the spot where his mark would forever claim him as mine. I felt a ripple of anticipation travel down my spine as his warm breath danced against my skin. The air crackled with the anticipation of this intimate exchange, our hearts beating in synchrony.

he inquired, and I nodded instinctively, even though he couldn't see me. "Yes, please. I'm willing to offer anything in return," I blurted out, those words escaping without much thought. After all, what could a devil possibly demand in exchange? "Aha! So, you've declared that you'd do anything?" he perked up, his interest piqued.

He asked in shock. I stretched back my shoulders and felt the eyes of the men linger on the shape of my breasts beneath my black T-shirt. “I can match the bet in other ways. As I said, I am offering myself to the winner. Instead of just an hour in bed, I’ll offer an entire night.”

"Between friends." "Friends don't buy each other expensive jewelry," I said, my voice rising slightly. "You know that. And you know what this looks like. What it means." Nikolai's expression hardened slightly. "And what does it mean?" he asked. "It means you're expecting something from me that I can't give you," I said, the words finally spilling out. "Not now. Maybe not ever." "Cynthia…" "Take it," I said, thrusting the necklace toward him. "Please."

I gave her a small smile and a bow of my head as a silent thank you. "I too will join regardless if you say yes or no." Nicklos's voice rang out over the crowd. The stubborn edge I knew all to well, basically told me I didn't have a choice in the matter. I was still not in any mood to argue with him, or have him any where near me. In fact if he was hurt while helping me, it could lead to war. But the hard edge to his eyes told me there was no room for arguement and I was left to only accept his offering.

I said, laughing, as he placed fast kisses on my neck and the side of my face. "Fine. If you say so. The offer is always open, however." "No, thank you. Go away," I said, laughing, my habd touching the pendant. I turned to him as he walked away, his chuckle ringing in my ears, his touch still burning alive in my skin.