He took her hand, brought it to his lips, and kissed her palm. “To talk.”
Right. What, was “talk” some kind of euphemism for sucking her blood? “I don’t think I’m up for talking with you.” The whole blood thing was not her style.
She was too much of a fainter and her weak stomach sure wouldn’t let her indulge—that was one of the reasons she’d nearly slammed onto the floor in the ME’s office.
His hold on her wrist tightened and the smile dimmed a bit. “Then let’s just—”
“Take your damn hand off her, Carter.”
Holly didn’t wait for the vampire to free her. She yanked her hand away from him and spun to face Niol.
Alive.
Safe.
She couldn’t remember the last time she’d been so happy to see someone.
So she kissed him.
Holly threw her arms around his neck, yanked his head down, and crushed her mouth against his.
His lips met hers with a voracious hunger. Mouth, tongue. Taking, driving her wild and feeding the desire that burned right below the surface.
Niol’s hands clamped on her hips, dragging her body tightly against his. The bulge of his arousal pushed at her, the length long and hard.
Her sex moistened, the inner muscles clenching as yearning swept through her.
Niol lifted his head. Swiped his tongue across his lips as if he wanted to take every last drop of her taste.
The silence hit her then. Heavy, overwhelming.
Glancing to the right, she saw that the vamps on the stairs were watching them. Two men—demons—walked out of another room, and their eyes narrowed on her and Niol.
No, on her.
“She’s the reporter,” one of them snarled.
Oh, finally, someone recognized her. Not recognized at the bar, not at the gate—but now. She’d always had shitty luck.
“She’s mine.” Niol snarled right back, his arms stil chaining her against him. “You got a fucking problem with that?”
The demons backed up a step.
Smart guys.
But the female vampire on the stairs gave a hard laugh and sauntered down three steps.
“Maybe I do. Depends on just why she’s here.” A smile that should have been beautiful—because the woman’s face was freaking gorgeous with glass-cutting cheekbones, red, red lips, a dainty nose, and a curving jaw—lifted her mouth. But the smile, it was just cruel…
and a bit creepy.
Maybe because of the fangs.
Or the blood. The blood staining her teeth—yeah, that could be causing the creepiness.
“Why are you here, News Flash Five reporter? Are we your scoop for the night?”
The air seemed even thicker. Maybe it was. Maybe Niol was using his powers and he was about to send the black-haired bitch flying back up the stairs so she could finish her meals.
And then al hell would break loose because Niol was seriously outnumbered. She didn’t think that even he could take down a whole house full of vampires and demons.
Maybe, but…
She didn’t want to take the chance.
Holly let her gaze drift slowly back to Niol. She had the feeling the vamps were just waiting for the opportunity to pounce.
The demons, too.
His black eyes met hers. Burning with intensity. “Holly…”
She heard the warning in his voice.
Her arms were stil around his neck. She stared into his eyes, kept her body nestled against his and said simply, “I want to play.”
His lips parted in surprise.
Hard laughter echoed around her.
But then the vamps started talking again, the demons slunk away, and the blood party kicked back into action.
Niol kissed her. Another one of those deep, toe-curling kisses that made her wish they weren’t surrounded by the stench of blood and monsters that they really, really couldn’t trust.
Because right then, she just wanted to be alone with him.
She was glad he was safe.
And when the hell had Niol started to matter so much to her?
The powerful beat of his heart drummed against her. The warmth of his body bored into hers. And his mouth…
That tongue…
“Let’s get out of here.” He growled the words as he tore his
Right. What, was “talk” some kind of euphemism for sucking her blood? “I don’t think I’m up for talking with you.” The whole blood thing was not her style.
She was too much of a fainter and her weak stomach sure wouldn’t let her indulge—that was one of the reasons she’d nearly slammed onto the floor in the ME’s office.
His hold on her wrist tightened and the smile dimmed a bit. “Then let’s just—”
“Take your damn hand off her, Carter.”
Holly didn’t wait for the vampire to free her. She yanked her hand away from him and spun to face Niol.
Alive.
Safe.
She couldn’t remember the last time she’d been so happy to see someone.
So she kissed him.
Holly threw her arms around his neck, yanked his head down, and crushed her mouth against his.
His lips met hers with a voracious hunger. Mouth, tongue. Taking, driving her wild and feeding the desire that burned right below the surface.
Niol’s hands clamped on her hips, dragging her body tightly against his. The bulge of his arousal pushed at her, the length long and hard.
Her sex moistened, the inner muscles clenching as yearning swept through her.
Niol lifted his head. Swiped his tongue across his lips as if he wanted to take every last drop of her taste.
The silence hit her then. Heavy, overwhelming.
Glancing to the right, she saw that the vamps on the stairs were watching them. Two men—demons—walked out of another room, and their eyes narrowed on her and Niol.
No, on her.
“She’s the reporter,” one of them snarled.
Oh, finally, someone recognized her. Not recognized at the bar, not at the gate—but now. She’d always had shitty luck.
“She’s mine.” Niol snarled right back, his arms stil chaining her against him. “You got a fucking problem with that?”
The demons backed up a step.
Smart guys.
But the female vampire on the stairs gave a hard laugh and sauntered down three steps.
“Maybe I do. Depends on just why she’s here.” A smile that should have been beautiful—because the woman’s face was freaking gorgeous with glass-cutting cheekbones, red, red lips, a dainty nose, and a curving jaw—lifted her mouth. But the smile, it was just cruel…
and a bit creepy.
Maybe because of the fangs.
Or the blood. The blood staining her teeth—yeah, that could be causing the creepiness.
“Why are you here, News Flash Five reporter? Are we your scoop for the night?”
The air seemed even thicker. Maybe it was. Maybe Niol was using his powers and he was about to send the black-haired bitch flying back up the stairs so she could finish her meals.
And then al hell would break loose because Niol was seriously outnumbered. She didn’t think that even he could take down a whole house full of vampires and demons.
Maybe, but…
She didn’t want to take the chance.
Holly let her gaze drift slowly back to Niol. She had the feeling the vamps were just waiting for the opportunity to pounce.
The demons, too.
His black eyes met hers. Burning with intensity. “Holly…”
She heard the warning in his voice.
Her arms were stil around his neck. She stared into his eyes, kept her body nestled against his and said simply, “I want to play.”
His lips parted in surprise.
Hard laughter echoed around her.
But then the vamps started talking again, the demons slunk away, and the blood party kicked back into action.
Niol kissed her. Another one of those deep, toe-curling kisses that made her wish they weren’t surrounded by the stench of blood and monsters that they really, really couldn’t trust.
Because right then, she just wanted to be alone with him.
She was glad he was safe.
And when the hell had Niol started to matter so much to her?
The powerful beat of his heart drummed against her. The warmth of his body bored into hers. And his mouth…
That tongue…
“Let’s get out of here.” He growled the words as he tore his
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