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Yes, please. I let out a shaky breath at the image his words conjure. “Sorry. I⁠—”

The elevator grinds to a halt, and the lights go out. Andros curses. “It’s probably the tests Macklin’s running on the grid. He does this every time he’s worried about security. Checks the perimeter alarms. Food and water sources. Electricity. I’ll send him a text.” Andros’ screen lights up, and he shoots off a text.

I take a shallow breath, trying not to breathe as his dark, musky scent fills the small space. “How long is it going to take before the electricity is back on?”

“Fifteen to twenty minutes,” Andros replies, his voice tight. There’s a ping, and his phone lights up. Turning away, he swiftly types a reply.

Might as well be a year when you’re trapped in an elevator with a vampire you want to devour you.

Chapter Forty-Three

ANDROS

Charli’s been driving me crazy all day, eyes glazed with hunger, staring at me when she thinks I’m not paying attention. I’m already on edge, craving her in the worst way. Clamping down on my need, I glance at my phone.

Macklin: Might have tripped something when I tested that last alarm. I’ll check. Charli with you?

Andros: Unfortunately.

Macklin: ??

Andros: We’re stuck in the elevator.

Macklin: Alone?

Andros: Stop texting and hurry the fuck up.

Macklin: I think I’ll take my time.

“Did he say it was him?” she asks, pulling her hair up from her neck and fanning herself.

“Are you hot, or is this triggering you?” I ask, unable to keep the worry from my voice.

“You can see me?”

“Vampires have excellent night vision,” I remark, my attention caught by the rapid pulse fluttering at the base of her neck and the flush on her cheeks. My incisors lengthen along with the rest of me. “Fuck me.”

“What?” She drops her hair. “Andros.” Her hand reaches out and collides with my chest, and I stiffen. “Not all of us can see in the dark. Talk to me.”

“What do you want me to say?” I groan, grabbing her hand and pressing it against my hard cock. “You’ve been eye fucking me all afternoon. Pushing me to my limit. And now we’re trapped in an elevator, and my control is razor thin.” I lift my hand from hers and place it on the wall behind her.

She freezes, then takes a slow, careful breath, and palms me.

“Why?” I ask, in a slightly unsteady tone. What I wouldn’t give for her to touch me all over, but I know that’s not ever going to happen.

“I don’t know why,” she mutters, reaching for my belt buckle.

I grab her hand. “If you touch me, I’m going to want a hell of a lot more than a grope in the dark.”

“I know.” She drags my zipper down, the sound loud in the small space. Shoving my pants aside, she takes my cock out and wraps her fingers around it. I groan. Her soft inhale and tentative strokes tell me she hasn’t done this very often, and damn if the thought doesn’t excite the hell out of me.

Exhaling harshly, I press against the wall as her hand explores me from top to bottom, mapping it like she’s trying to commit it to memory. “Are you planning on drawing my cock?”

“Maybe. I like drawing you.” She bites her lip. “Why did you take my sketch?”

I shift uncomfortably, and she tightens her hand, keeping me in place. “I don’t know. Does it matter?”

“It does to me.” She rolls her hand over the tip. “Tell me.”