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The prince’s brothers spent most of their lives in Europe
and were considered master vamps. They lived totally on blood, ignoring their
beasts completely. They were adept at hiding in plain sight. This close to home
they must not be concerned or he would have never smelled them.
He decided to follow the trail, which led to one of the back
rooms. Hell, he’d surprise them and maybe they could grab something to eat
together. He hadn’t hunted in the vampyre way in a long time. Too long.
The hallway he traveled was empty. Alek stopped in front of
the room housing Law, Dace, a few humans and a full vampyre whose scent he
didn’t know. Strange. Masking his odor, he vanished to materialize on the other
side of the door.
Before he could move the stranger had him at knifepoint from
behind. The lights were dim but he could see two human couples lounging sleepily
on the sofa. Dace glared from a small bar in the back.
Law was the first to speak. “You’re living dangerously
tonight.”
“We flashed by you and thought we’d stop later and catch
up.” Dace’s low laugh was sinister as he eyed the humans. “We were grabbing a
feed first.”
Alek remained motionless with the knife pressed into the
skin of his throat. A cold trickle of blood slid down his neck as the stranger
used one hand to pat him down as if it were a cheap stickup. When the hand came
around and grabbed his cock, he made his move.
Lightning fast, he reached over his shoulder and grasped the
stranger by his head and flipped him onto the floor. The tip of Alek’s knife
now pierced the other’s neck and drew blood.
“Unless you want what you just had to be your last meal, I
suggest you don’t put your hand on my balls again.”
“Get your ass off me and I’ll be glad to oblige. Fuck, never
mind, your cock feels pretty damn good right where it is.” A slender body
pushed up against him.
The voice stilled him and he inhaled deeply. Alek’s breath
caught in his throat. Truth assaulted his nostrils and he wondered how the hell
he’d missed it. Delicious female scent wafted over him. Shit! A freaking
woman had held him at knifepoint and she smelled full-out vamp. Pulling his
blade back, he released her and stood while she came to her feet with a lithe
move that impressed him. Close to his height, taut muscles twitched with
readiness as her weapon flipped back and forth through nimble fingers.
“What the fuck did you think you were doing?” Alek asked.
“What in hell were you doing trying to sneak up on
us? You ever hear of knocking? I thought you Kind had a thing about privacy.”
She peered at Law. “Who the hell is this guy?”
“Trust me, Viv, he’s not a cat you want to mess with,
understand? Put the knife away.”
Dace’s snicker filtered through the room.
“Don’t call me Viv, no one here knows me that well. I’m
Viviana. If anyone gives a shit about a last name, too bad.”
The vamp amazed and flustered Alek at the same time.
Her feminine chin jutted toward him. “Who’s Mr.
Got-a-helluva-package?”
Law choked. “That’s Alek.”
“Ahh, your lofty Reign leader. How you doing? Nice cock you
got there.” She motioned to the couples on the sofa. “Help yourself to a bite.”
Viviana laughed in his face when his jaw dropped. “You cats need to stop being
so damn finicky.”
Surprised by her boldness, he snapped his mouth closed. He’d
never met a woman like her in his life. She had the foulest mouth he’d ever
heard, no modesty at all and she felt like a wet dream about to pop.
Alek’s dick was hard as a stick of dynamite and it felt
ready to blow any damn minute. Christ! What was up with this female? And
what the fuck was up with him?
Her moonlit blue eyes pierced him before she vanished.
He wasn’t hungry anymore. Not for food anyway.
Before he sheathed his knife he ran the tip of it over his
tongue. The vamp’s blood tingled there, sending another hot stab of desire
right to his crotch. The taste
The prince’s brothers spent most of their lives in Europe
and were considered master vamps. They lived totally on blood, ignoring their
beasts completely. They were adept at hiding in plain sight. This close to home
they must not be concerned or he would have never smelled them.
He decided to follow the trail, which led to one of the back
rooms. Hell, he’d surprise them and maybe they could grab something to eat
together. He hadn’t hunted in the vampyre way in a long time. Too long.
The hallway he traveled was empty. Alek stopped in front of
the room housing Law, Dace, a few humans and a full vampyre whose scent he
didn’t know. Strange. Masking his odor, he vanished to materialize on the other
side of the door.
Before he could move the stranger had him at knifepoint from
behind. The lights were dim but he could see two human couples lounging sleepily
on the sofa. Dace glared from a small bar in the back.
Law was the first to speak. “You’re living dangerously
tonight.”
“We flashed by you and thought we’d stop later and catch
up.” Dace’s low laugh was sinister as he eyed the humans. “We were grabbing a
feed first.”
Alek remained motionless with the knife pressed into the
skin of his throat. A cold trickle of blood slid down his neck as the stranger
used one hand to pat him down as if it were a cheap stickup. When the hand came
around and grabbed his cock, he made his move.
Lightning fast, he reached over his shoulder and grasped the
stranger by his head and flipped him onto the floor. The tip of Alek’s knife
now pierced the other’s neck and drew blood.
“Unless you want what you just had to be your last meal, I
suggest you don’t put your hand on my balls again.”
“Get your ass off me and I’ll be glad to oblige. Fuck, never
mind, your cock feels pretty damn good right where it is.” A slender body
pushed up against him.
The voice stilled him and he inhaled deeply. Alek’s breath
caught in his throat. Truth assaulted his nostrils and he wondered how the hell
he’d missed it. Delicious female scent wafted over him. Shit! A freaking
woman had held him at knifepoint and she smelled full-out vamp. Pulling his
blade back, he released her and stood while she came to her feet with a lithe
move that impressed him. Close to his height, taut muscles twitched with
readiness as her weapon flipped back and forth through nimble fingers.
“What the fuck did you think you were doing?” Alek asked.
“What in hell were you doing trying to sneak up on
us? You ever hear of knocking? I thought you Kind had a thing about privacy.”
She peered at Law. “Who the hell is this guy?”
“Trust me, Viv, he’s not a cat you want to mess with,
understand? Put the knife away.”
Dace’s snicker filtered through the room.
“Don’t call me Viv, no one here knows me that well. I’m
Viviana. If anyone gives a shit about a last name, too bad.”
The vamp amazed and flustered Alek at the same time.
Her feminine chin jutted toward him. “Who’s Mr.
Got-a-helluva-package?”
Law choked. “That’s Alek.”
“Ahh, your lofty Reign leader. How you doing? Nice cock you
got there.” She motioned to the couples on the sofa. “Help yourself to a bite.”
Viviana laughed in his face when his jaw dropped. “You cats need to stop being
so damn finicky.”
Surprised by her boldness, he snapped his mouth closed. He’d
never met a woman like her in his life. She had the foulest mouth he’d ever
heard, no modesty at all and she felt like a wet dream about to pop.
Alek’s dick was hard as a stick of dynamite and it felt
ready to blow any damn minute. Christ! What was up with this female? And
what the fuck was up with him?
Her moonlit blue eyes pierced him before she vanished.
He wasn’t hungry anymore. Not for food anyway.
Before he sheathed his knife he ran the tip of it over his
tongue. The vamp’s blood tingled there, sending another hot stab of desire
right to his crotch. The taste
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