through them.
He growled. Vashti’s returning feminine hunger was eating at him like a cancer. As tough as she was, he now knew he could make her soft and submissive, and he wanted her like that. Wanted her limp and panting beneath him, completely at his mercy. He could accept nothing less.
The nearly two-hour drive to Shred ended up feeling like two years, and not just for him. Salem unfolded from the Jeep before it drew to a complete stop and wasthrough the thick metal entrance door in a flash. Vash was fast on his heels, fleeing Elijah as if the hounds of hell were after her. When the door slammed shut behind her, he barked out a mirthless laugh.
As if a simple door could prevent what was coming. If only it was that easy.
Needing to get himself under control before he entered a vampire den, Elijah took his time locking up the SUV and scoping out the exterior of the unobtrusive building for changes. He surveyed the immediate area, refreshing his memory of the industrial properties on the periphery that had closed long before the party got started. He took note of the armed vampires on the roof before they deliberately made their presence known. They smelled him coming, and because he was spoiling for a fight, he lifted his hand and flipped them off.
One decided to oblige him, leaping agilely from the top of the three-story building and landing in a graceful crouch. The vamp was sleek and sinewy, his world-weary eyes and economy of movement betraying significant age. They circled each other slowly, baring fangs and canines, claws extended. Neither of them looked away from the other when the door opened and a masculine voice shouted out, “Dredge! Leave him alone. He’s Vashti’s.”
The vampress’s protection so enraged Elijah that his spine rippled with a partial change. He didn’t fucking need her to clear the way for him. He could damn well do it himself.
“Are you a pet, dog?” Dredge taunted, his amber eyes glowing. “Or a meal?”
Elijah’s mouth curved. “Maybe she’s a lycan’s bitch.”
Dredge lunged. Expecting the reaction, Elijah met the vamp’s incoming face with his fist, hurtling him backward across the parking lot and into the side of a delivery van, creating a massive dent that mimicked the shape of his body.
Shaking the sting out of his fist, Elijah turned toward the open door, his ears trained for the sound of a retaliatory ambush from the others on the roof. But none came, proving the extent of Vash’s power—her word was law for vampires. Seeing the proof of it made Elijah’s dick impossibly harder, spurring his need for her, which had grown steadily over days of watching her run the show. She wielded power with the same control and skill that she used to wield her katanas, which turned him on as much as her body did.
Once inside the outer door, he encountered a second entrance. It opened as soon as the first door shut, releasing a flood of pounding techno-pop music and the rich metallic smell of freshly spilled blood. The scent of sex engulfed him in a steamy mist, spurring his ferocious mood. He wanted to fight and fuck with unmitigated ferocity, and the need to do both increased with every second that passed.
Rounding a corner, he was thrust into a massive room filled with writhing vampires. Some were dancing, grinding their undulating bodies against whoever was close enough. Others were feeding, their bloody mouths latched on to throats, wrists, and thighs. Still more were openly fucking, like Salem, who wasdrilling a vampress from behind as she drank from the femoral artery of a woman spread-eagled in front of her.
The unrestrained hedonism bombarded Elijah’s ravaged senses, the thick humidity in the space almost suffocating him. Maddened to the edge of insanity, he searched for Vash among the crowd, his beast lunging against the cage of his control, trying to batter its way out at the thought that she might be spread for someone else.
Leaping onto a tallboy table, he
He growled. Vashti’s returning feminine hunger was eating at him like a cancer. As tough as she was, he now knew he could make her soft and submissive, and he wanted her like that. Wanted her limp and panting beneath him, completely at his mercy. He could accept nothing less.
The nearly two-hour drive to Shred ended up feeling like two years, and not just for him. Salem unfolded from the Jeep before it drew to a complete stop and wasthrough the thick metal entrance door in a flash. Vash was fast on his heels, fleeing Elijah as if the hounds of hell were after her. When the door slammed shut behind her, he barked out a mirthless laugh.
As if a simple door could prevent what was coming. If only it was that easy.
Needing to get himself under control before he entered a vampire den, Elijah took his time locking up the SUV and scoping out the exterior of the unobtrusive building for changes. He surveyed the immediate area, refreshing his memory of the industrial properties on the periphery that had closed long before the party got started. He took note of the armed vampires on the roof before they deliberately made their presence known. They smelled him coming, and because he was spoiling for a fight, he lifted his hand and flipped them off.
One decided to oblige him, leaping agilely from the top of the three-story building and landing in a graceful crouch. The vamp was sleek and sinewy, his world-weary eyes and economy of movement betraying significant age. They circled each other slowly, baring fangs and canines, claws extended. Neither of them looked away from the other when the door opened and a masculine voice shouted out, “Dredge! Leave him alone. He’s Vashti’s.”
The vampress’s protection so enraged Elijah that his spine rippled with a partial change. He didn’t fucking need her to clear the way for him. He could damn well do it himself.
“Are you a pet, dog?” Dredge taunted, his amber eyes glowing. “Or a meal?”
Elijah’s mouth curved. “Maybe she’s a lycan’s bitch.”
Dredge lunged. Expecting the reaction, Elijah met the vamp’s incoming face with his fist, hurtling him backward across the parking lot and into the side of a delivery van, creating a massive dent that mimicked the shape of his body.
Shaking the sting out of his fist, Elijah turned toward the open door, his ears trained for the sound of a retaliatory ambush from the others on the roof. But none came, proving the extent of Vash’s power—her word was law for vampires. Seeing the proof of it made Elijah’s dick impossibly harder, spurring his need for her, which had grown steadily over days of watching her run the show. She wielded power with the same control and skill that she used to wield her katanas, which turned him on as much as her body did.
Once inside the outer door, he encountered a second entrance. It opened as soon as the first door shut, releasing a flood of pounding techno-pop music and the rich metallic smell of freshly spilled blood. The scent of sex engulfed him in a steamy mist, spurring his ferocious mood. He wanted to fight and fuck with unmitigated ferocity, and the need to do both increased with every second that passed.
Rounding a corner, he was thrust into a massive room filled with writhing vampires. Some were dancing, grinding their undulating bodies against whoever was close enough. Others were feeding, their bloody mouths latched on to throats, wrists, and thighs. Still more were openly fucking, like Salem, who wasdrilling a vampress from behind as she drank from the femoral artery of a woman spread-eagled in front of her.
The unrestrained hedonism bombarded Elijah’s ravaged senses, the thick humidity in the space almost suffocating him. Maddened to the edge of insanity, he searched for Vash among the crowd, his beast lunging against the cage of his control, trying to batter its way out at the thought that she might be spread for someone else.
Leaping onto a tallboy table, he
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