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a ragged breath. “What does she smell
like?”
    “Like forever.”
    He’s a romantic now too . Alec jammed his hand into
his pocket, shook his head up toward the vaulted ceiling. “That’s not a scent.”
    “The fuck it isn’t,” Rook whispered harshly. “Just wait.
You’ll see what I mean.”
    “Well hurry up and get here so you can prove me wrong.” He
walked over to the window that gave him a perfect view of his estate’s
tree-lined driveway and rested his head against the cool glass.
    This was insane, wanting Melanie so badly before ever having
met her. Like an idiot he actually tried to imagine what forever smelled like.
    “It won’t be much longer,” Rook said. “We left the city
thirty minutes ago. My driver should have us there within the hour.”
    He turned to look at his mother’s brass carriage clock on
the fireplace mantel. Time had held little sway over him since his genetic
mutation had kicked in and he’d transitioned from a human to a vampire around
his thirtieth birthday. Now he obsessed over minutes. “I’ll be waiting. And
Rook—”
    “What?”
    “We both know how amorous a woman is after experiencing a
vampire bite.” Lust ignited through his body just thinking about what he had to
look forward to. The beginnings of an erection caused him to adjust his stance.
“Don’t wake her.”
    “And if she wakes all on her own?” Rook asked. “What do you
want me to do then?”
    “Tell your driver to haul ass.”
    Alec tossed his phone onto a nearby chair and stayed by the
window until he saw the set of headlights cut through the dark. His usually
quiet heartbeat thumped. He bolted through his house and steadied himself as he
opened the front door. With as much composure as he could muster he stepped
outside.
    Rook’s limo careened around the circular driveway sending
pea gravel dust in every direction.
    He flew down the steps and yanked the door open.
    Back ramrod straight, his best friend sat motionless against
the seat while Melanie, on the verge of waking, writhed and whimpered in his
lap. “My limits have been tested,” Rook said, in a tone as stressed as his
posture. “Get her off me before I do something you’ll make me regret.”
    Melanie’s eyes opened, heavy-lidded with spent passion and
lingering sleepiness. Immediately, they widened when she saw him.
    Body-wrenching desire seized Alec. The need to possess, to
protect erupted within him. Rook’s first moments with Melanie didn’t matter
anymore, just this deep connection forged with one lingering look. Undeniable. Did
she feel it too?
    “You’re Mr. Magnificent,” she said dreamily.
    Alec stood a little straighter and puffed out his chest. “No
need for formalities. You can call me Alec.” He shot Rook a triumphant smile,
liking the direction of this conversation already.
    “Don’t let it go to your head,” Rook muttered. “She’s still
coming down.”
    Melanie licked her lips and let out a sigh while she
continued to stare at him. “You’re the one from the picture, the one with the
amazing eyes.”
    He’d been thinking the very same thing of her. Earthy green
with glints of gold and blue dancing out from the center, her eyes were
surrounded by thick, dark lashes that fluttered innocently. He’d never seen
anything more seductive.
    “And you’re Melanie.” Just saying her name sent a shiver
down his spine. “The one.”
    Rook lifted her off his lap, easing her toward the door. He
grumbled so low only Alec, with his sensitive hearing, picked it up. “And I’m
Rook, the one with the hard-on.”
    Alec ignored him. He held out his hand to guide Melanie,
desperate to have her in his arms.
    “The one?” She tilted her head, blinked and grabbed on to
him. “The one what?”
    Her touch called to him like the radiant North Star called
to a lost sailor at sea. He’d always know it, seek it out. It would guide him
home to her. Alec grasped tighter. “Just the one. Isn’t that enough?”
    Unsteadily she