Inferno by Bianca D'Arc Page B

apparently waiting to hear the verdict. He was the first to see that she’d rejoined the land of the living.

    His gaze locked with hers. She couldn’t tell what he meant by that dark look. Her mind was still fuzzy and her body hummed with residual pleasure.

    “Is he all right?” Her voice was hoarse.

    All three men looked at her, but it was Duncan who spoke.

    “Much better. The poison is gone and any weakness that remains should be gone by the next rising. Your passion restored him and negated the effect of your tainted blood.” Megan blushed at the reminder. Now that her head was clearing, she started to feel embarrassed by what had gone before.

    “You’ll stay here for the day,” Heath said from the bed, his tone brooking no argument. Megan realized it must be close to dawn, so it was safer for Dante to stay here than make his way across town to his own place and face the danger of the sun. “Hugh can show you to a guest suite before he must retire.”

    As if waiting for just those words, Hugh reappeared in the doorway, holding a woman’s silk robe. He delivered it to Megan with a respectful bow of his head.

    She slipped into it gratefully, though the thin material did little to hide the lines of her body or the sharp nipples poking at the cool fabric. These men had seen all she had and tasted it too. Just because she’d been under Duncan’s spell at the time, she couldn’t blame them for the necessary familiarity they now had with her body.

    It was a good body. A half- were body. And weres were invariably well formed and attractive. It was a blessing of the genes. When they shifted, they ran, exercising more than the average person to hone strong, fit bodies and sleek muscles that translated well when they shifted back to human form. She had nothing to be ashamed of and everything to be proud of. She just wasn’t used to flaunting herself in front of men who’d given her the best orgasms of her life.

    The situation was strange, to say the least. Oddly, she couldn’t work up any real outrage over it.
    Just a little embarrassment. And that was a small price to pay for saving a Master vampire’s life and your own in the process. Megan figured she’d gotten off easy. She’d nearly killed Heath and her punishment—if it could be called that—had been the best sex of her life. So far. She didn’t know what Heath had planned for her the next evening when he was back to full strength. She hoped he’d let her go free after the way she’d given over control of her body to save his life.

    He was a good man. He’d given her a hell of a climax, but she knew he’d enjoyed it too. A man didn’t come that hard without a lot of pleasure behind it. And after something like that, a man like Heath wouldn’t subject her to some arcane punishment for an act that had not been intentional on her part and totally out of her control.

    She followed Hugh from the room with Dante at her side. He hadn’t spoken to her, but she expected he’d have something to say once they were alone. Duncan stayed behind to see to Heath’s comfort.

    “The three of you will confine yourselves to this suite for the day,” Hugh said with great ceremony as he opened the door to a beautifully decorated suite of rooms on the second floor of the brownstone. There was a central sitting room with a couch and entertainment center, a small kitchenette that looked to be fully stocked and four other doors leading off from the main area.
    “The doors lead to bedrooms and a bathroom. You’ll find everything you need within and all is sun-proofed for your convenience, Dante. No exterior windows.”

    “Thank you,” Dante said to the other bloodletter. “This will be fine. I assume you’ll come for us tomorrow?”

    Hugh nodded gravely. “The Mistress will most likely see you after you talk to Heath.” Hugh’s blue gaze slipped to Megan, and he stepped closer to her. “Don’t worry,” he unbent enough to say. “You