“I’m Trinity, Kerestyan’s younger sister. And I’m easy, all you have to do is say please.”
Kerestyan drew in a sharp breath when he felt Logan’s warm hand slide down his arm as she sat on the stool next to him. She smoothed down a wrinkle in the black fabric covering his forearm before she stared at her hand, scrunched up her nose, then withdrew and folded her hands in her lap.
Either she didn’t approve of the shirt he’d chosen to replace the one she’d so eagerly ruined, or she was disgruntled by her seemingly absent gesture.
Whichever reason, she quickly recovered, her green eyes twinkling like a child with an ice cream cone as she returned Trinity’s smile. “Damn, I’d have been willing to get down on my knees and beg if that’s what it took.”
After setting a glass of ice water in front of the plate, Kerestyan couldn’t help but notice how intently Trinity watched as Logan cut a piece of steak and slowly placed it in her mouth. And when she moaned in obvious appreciation, it was Trinity who shivered.
Trinity leaned across the counter in front of Logan, the rounds of her breasts spilling over the top of her red lace corset. “In no way would I be opposed to you dropping to your knees in front of me, and I’d most certainly be willing to return the favor.”
When Logan arched a brow in mid swallow, Kerestyan felt he should be the one to offer a complete and expedient explanation. “Trinity is bisexual, Logan.”
She took a sip of water then chuckled. “Yeah, Kerestyan, I kinda picked up on that when she started staring at my tits the second I stepped into the room.” She grinned as she sliced the rest of the steak into small cubes. “And had she not already told me all it takes is please, I might have let her touch one as payment for a baked potato with butter and sour cream.”
Both Kerestyan and Trinity laughed, but it was Trinity who recovered first. She picked up the apple she’d been sniffing earlier and twisted off the stem. “My orientation doesn’t bother you?”
Logan simply shrugged. “No. I guess I assumed all vampires were bisexual in one way or another.”
By the way Trinity’s head kicked back, it was obvious she found a great deal of amusement in Logan’s comment. She pointed at him then smacked a hand against the counter. “What did you and your brother do to make her think you’re gay?”
Kerestyan prepared to respond, but paused when Logan’s fork clanked against her plate and she glared hard at Trinity. “They didn’t do anything to make me think that. It only makes sense that a smart vampire wouldn’t care if their blood came from a man or a woman.” She pointed at the apple in Trinity’s hand. “If the only thing I can eat is apples, and though I might prefer red, all I can find in the store is green – I ’m going to eat the green apple. It’s still an apple.”
A strange and unexpected sensation of warmth rippled through Kerestyan’s blood. Had Logan just defended him? Unfortunately, his feeling chilled as Trinity’s smile, once derived from simple appreciation of Logan’s human form, faded into something easily two hundred times more dangerous...
Her exotic eyes glowed with a very dark and very ancient admiration. “You are definitely one of a kind, Logan. Very, very few humans would see it that way. Most young vampires don’t even see it that way.”
Logan retrieved her fork and stabbed at another piece of meat. “Yeah, well, the longer I’m here the more I hear how inhuman I am.” She smiled in a rather mischievous way and cast him a sideways glance. “However, I suppose it’s better than being morally bankrupt.”
He smiled back at her. “I told you, I am not morally bankrupt.”
“I am, and I’ll happily admit it to anyone,” Trinity announced. She tilted her head to the side and peered up at the ceiling. “I’m not even sure I was born with morals.”
“See,” Logan said, motioning to his sister. “At least she
Kerestyan drew in a sharp breath when he felt Logan’s warm hand slide down his arm as she sat on the stool next to him. She smoothed down a wrinkle in the black fabric covering his forearm before she stared at her hand, scrunched up her nose, then withdrew and folded her hands in her lap.
Either she didn’t approve of the shirt he’d chosen to replace the one she’d so eagerly ruined, or she was disgruntled by her seemingly absent gesture.
Whichever reason, she quickly recovered, her green eyes twinkling like a child with an ice cream cone as she returned Trinity’s smile. “Damn, I’d have been willing to get down on my knees and beg if that’s what it took.”
After setting a glass of ice water in front of the plate, Kerestyan couldn’t help but notice how intently Trinity watched as Logan cut a piece of steak and slowly placed it in her mouth. And when she moaned in obvious appreciation, it was Trinity who shivered.
Trinity leaned across the counter in front of Logan, the rounds of her breasts spilling over the top of her red lace corset. “In no way would I be opposed to you dropping to your knees in front of me, and I’d most certainly be willing to return the favor.”
When Logan arched a brow in mid swallow, Kerestyan felt he should be the one to offer a complete and expedient explanation. “Trinity is bisexual, Logan.”
She took a sip of water then chuckled. “Yeah, Kerestyan, I kinda picked up on that when she started staring at my tits the second I stepped into the room.” She grinned as she sliced the rest of the steak into small cubes. “And had she not already told me all it takes is please, I might have let her touch one as payment for a baked potato with butter and sour cream.”
Both Kerestyan and Trinity laughed, but it was Trinity who recovered first. She picked up the apple she’d been sniffing earlier and twisted off the stem. “My orientation doesn’t bother you?”
Logan simply shrugged. “No. I guess I assumed all vampires were bisexual in one way or another.”
By the way Trinity’s head kicked back, it was obvious she found a great deal of amusement in Logan’s comment. She pointed at him then smacked a hand against the counter. “What did you and your brother do to make her think you’re gay?”
Kerestyan prepared to respond, but paused when Logan’s fork clanked against her plate and she glared hard at Trinity. “They didn’t do anything to make me think that. It only makes sense that a smart vampire wouldn’t care if their blood came from a man or a woman.” She pointed at the apple in Trinity’s hand. “If the only thing I can eat is apples, and though I might prefer red, all I can find in the store is green – I ’m going to eat the green apple. It’s still an apple.”
A strange and unexpected sensation of warmth rippled through Kerestyan’s blood. Had Logan just defended him? Unfortunately, his feeling chilled as Trinity’s smile, once derived from simple appreciation of Logan’s human form, faded into something easily two hundred times more dangerous...
Her exotic eyes glowed with a very dark and very ancient admiration. “You are definitely one of a kind, Logan. Very, very few humans would see it that way. Most young vampires don’t even see it that way.”
Logan retrieved her fork and stabbed at another piece of meat. “Yeah, well, the longer I’m here the more I hear how inhuman I am.” She smiled in a rather mischievous way and cast him a sideways glance. “However, I suppose it’s better than being morally bankrupt.”
He smiled back at her. “I told you, I am not morally bankrupt.”
“I am, and I’ll happily admit it to anyone,” Trinity announced. She tilted her head to the side and peered up at the ceiling. “I’m not even sure I was born with morals.”
“See,” Logan said, motioning to his sister. “At least she
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