“You taste like you every time, but you also taste different. Sometimes it’s richer. Sometimes it’s thicker. Sometimes it’s more tangy. Sometimes sharp. Sometimes sweet. Don’t know what’s happening in you to make it that way, but it isn’t like I’m eatin’ steak for every meal. It’s a variety, depending on the time of day, where your mood is at, whatever.”

“Wow. That’s cool.”

“Yeah,” he grinned. “Cool.” Then he dipped his head and ran his tongue along my neck. I shivered while he whispered there, “Sometimes I get Lilah cotton candy.”

I felt his tongue again and slid my hand from the side of his neck into his hair.

“Sometimes I get Lilah nectarine.”

I felt his tongue again at my neck, but the numbness was invading.

I wasn’t numb at my ear where he whispered, “Sometimes I get creamy Lilah.”

“Abel,” I breathed, squirming beneath him, thinking he was about to get seriously creamy Lilah.

He slid a hand low on my belly, almost there but not there enough.

“What’re you gonna give me today, pussycat?” he asked.

“Don’t know,” I answered.

He slid his hand an inch lower. “Want me to find out?”

“Yes,” I panted, clutching his hair and lifting my hips as best I could.

“Whatever you want, baby,” he murmured, sliding his nose down my jaw as he slid his hand lower.

Then he found out.

And whatever it was for him, for me, it was awesome.

* * * * *

“You nervous?”

We were walking down the hall toward the dining room where we were going to have a breakfast meeting with our Save the World Posse.

I looked up at Abel and answered, “No, are you?”

“No,” he replied. “You just seem…not right.”

My head jerked. “Not right?”

“You were right when I was drawing from you and doin’ the other things to you,” he said, and I grinned. He was not grinning. “Before that and since, you’ve been off.”

I stopped outside the door to the dining room, stopping him with me. “Off how?”

“Can’t get a lock on it, but it’s like you’re tweaked.”

“Lots of shit is going down, Abel,” I reminded him.

“Yeah,” he muttered. “Probably just tweaked myself and reading too much into it.”

He started us moving toward the door but stopped instantly, shoving me behind him as the air shimmered and a woman suddenly formed in front of the door.

Peering around Abel, I stared at her.

Back at the restaurant, I’d seen bits and pieces of what Abel told me were wraiths, but considering I was hiding under a table when all that went down, and they took off after the bad supernaturals before I got a good look, I didn’t get a whole eye view.

Now I was getting it and it was freaking phenomenal.