not paid to stand around talking,” Eve said. “Where have you been?”
“Making sure all the guests were safe.”
“Well, I need you. I’m feeling peckish. Come with me.”
Chloe sidled over to the fire truck. The firemen were trying to pack up but women were draped all over their equipment. The arrival of a team of muscular men, otherwise known as free drinks, had drawn the naked and half-naked women like bank robbers to an open vault. While everyone was occupied, Chloe grabbed an axe.
“ She noticed we’d swapped places.”
“Angel, that’s the least of our worries. Someone else is talking to her.”
“Rufus, you idiot, it’s him. He’s in her head. We told her to drink and so did he. They’re bonding.”
“Don’t sound so smug, Phoebe. He’s still in chains and that axe isn’t going to work.”
“It might, Rufus. At least she’s trying.”
Chapter Eleven
“Luka, are you asleep,” Chloe whispered.
“No.” He opened his eyes, smiled at her -- then flinched.
“Brace yourself,” Chloe said.
She lifted the axe over her head and swung it down on the chain that lay along the metal bed head. The shock went straight up her arm and rattled her teeth. She clung on to the wooden handle as she staggered backwards.
“Christ, Chloe. I thought you were aiming for my head.”
She dropped the axe and bent over the chain.
“I didn’t even mark it,” she said in disgust and slumped at his side.
“Who kissed you?” Luka asked.
Chloe turned to look at him. “How did you know?”
Luka glared and pulled on the chains. “I can smell him. Who was it?”
She felt a flicker of joy that he might be jealous. “Was that you in my head? Vampires really can --?”
“In your head?”
“I…someone told me to drink more water and to stop kissing Matt. It wasn’t one of my voices so --”
“Your voices? What the hell are you talking about? And who’s Matt?” he demanded.
“A guy who works here.”
“You kissed him.”
Luka’s voice was flat. He was jealous. Chloe tried not to smile.
“I needed him as a distraction. I was trying to hide and he was the nearest big thing.”
“Why were you trying to hide?”
She didn’t want to tell him about Selena. Chloe had a horrible feeling that Selena was more than a guest at Washburn Hall. Maybe she’d never sold the place and knew exactly what was happening to Luka.
Chloe snuggled against him. “I didn’t want anyone to catch me with the axe.” She slipped her arm across his chest, loving the feel of him, the spicy smell of him. “Only I didn’t make you strong enough to break free and the axe is useless. What now?” She leaned up to look at him.
“Hey, where did those marks go? You’re healing.”
“Your blood did that.”
“Really?”
Her hand swept over his chest, teasing a nipple. It felt so soft -- no, that would be hard --
between her fingers, like a little hazelnut.
Luka groaned. “Chloe!”
“Oh God, I’m sorry.”
She whipped her fingers away, dropped them down to his flat stomach, and watched his cock straining to reach her hand, the foreskin drawn back, the head the shape of a rosy mushroom. It looked so good, but this was so bad.
“I wanted to help and I’m making things worse.” She moved off the bed.
“You’re too tempting.”
“Should I go? I mean, you need to stop it doing that.”
Luka sighed. “I’m not entirely in control of my cock. I’ve been holding back for so long, I think it’s making a point.”
“A bloody big one,” Chloe said.
His chest shook as he laughed.
“Er…Luka? How about if you exhaust yourself with me? If I helped you out again, in a matter of a few minutes you’d be back to your slightly less huge state.”
“Vampires can keep going for hours.”
“Oh.”
“Don’t sound so disappointed. That’s supposed to be a good thing.”
“Sorry.” She sat down and absentmindedly returned to circling his nipple with her finger.
There was a long
“Making sure all the guests were safe.”
“Well, I need you. I’m feeling peckish. Come with me.”
Chloe sidled over to the fire truck. The firemen were trying to pack up but women were draped all over their equipment. The arrival of a team of muscular men, otherwise known as free drinks, had drawn the naked and half-naked women like bank robbers to an open vault. While everyone was occupied, Chloe grabbed an axe.
“ She noticed we’d swapped places.”
“Angel, that’s the least of our worries. Someone else is talking to her.”
“Rufus, you idiot, it’s him. He’s in her head. We told her to drink and so did he. They’re bonding.”
“Don’t sound so smug, Phoebe. He’s still in chains and that axe isn’t going to work.”
“It might, Rufus. At least she’s trying.”
Chapter Eleven
“Luka, are you asleep,” Chloe whispered.
“No.” He opened his eyes, smiled at her -- then flinched.
“Brace yourself,” Chloe said.
She lifted the axe over her head and swung it down on the chain that lay along the metal bed head. The shock went straight up her arm and rattled her teeth. She clung on to the wooden handle as she staggered backwards.
“Christ, Chloe. I thought you were aiming for my head.”
She dropped the axe and bent over the chain.
“I didn’t even mark it,” she said in disgust and slumped at his side.
“Who kissed you?” Luka asked.
Chloe turned to look at him. “How did you know?”
Luka glared and pulled on the chains. “I can smell him. Who was it?”
She felt a flicker of joy that he might be jealous. “Was that you in my head? Vampires really can --?”
“In your head?”
“I…someone told me to drink more water and to stop kissing Matt. It wasn’t one of my voices so --”
“Your voices? What the hell are you talking about? And who’s Matt?” he demanded.
“A guy who works here.”
“You kissed him.”
Luka’s voice was flat. He was jealous. Chloe tried not to smile.
“I needed him as a distraction. I was trying to hide and he was the nearest big thing.”
“Why were you trying to hide?”
She didn’t want to tell him about Selena. Chloe had a horrible feeling that Selena was more than a guest at Washburn Hall. Maybe she’d never sold the place and knew exactly what was happening to Luka.
Chloe snuggled against him. “I didn’t want anyone to catch me with the axe.” She slipped her arm across his chest, loving the feel of him, the spicy smell of him. “Only I didn’t make you strong enough to break free and the axe is useless. What now?” She leaned up to look at him.
“Hey, where did those marks go? You’re healing.”
“Your blood did that.”
“Really?”
Her hand swept over his chest, teasing a nipple. It felt so soft -- no, that would be hard --
between her fingers, like a little hazelnut.
Luka groaned. “Chloe!”
“Oh God, I’m sorry.”
She whipped her fingers away, dropped them down to his flat stomach, and watched his cock straining to reach her hand, the foreskin drawn back, the head the shape of a rosy mushroom. It looked so good, but this was so bad.
“I wanted to help and I’m making things worse.” She moved off the bed.
“You’re too tempting.”
“Should I go? I mean, you need to stop it doing that.”
Luka sighed. “I’m not entirely in control of my cock. I’ve been holding back for so long, I think it’s making a point.”
“A bloody big one,” Chloe said.
His chest shook as he laughed.
“Er…Luka? How about if you exhaust yourself with me? If I helped you out again, in a matter of a few minutes you’d be back to your slightly less huge state.”
“Vampires can keep going for hours.”
“Oh.”
“Don’t sound so disappointed. That’s supposed to be a good thing.”
“Sorry.” She sat down and absentmindedly returned to circling his nipple with her finger.
There was a long
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