She slowly stepped back, heaving a breath. “What did you do to Rianne?”
I let out a guttural growl, and the dagger in her hand fell. She fumbled to pick it up, and when she did, her cherry fragrance tickled my nostrils and made my dick jerk again.
“You first.” I eased up on my elemental power, and the building stopped shaking. “Is my sister’s home rigged with explosives?”
Her heartbeat raced for the finish line as she lifted her chin, feigning confidence she didn’t have. Nevertheless, she laughed.
“If you’re going to use that weapon”—I opened my arms—“go ahead.” In three strides, I was an inch from the blade.
I blatantly sized her up, not caring how she took my bluntness. Up close, she was stunning. A sprinkle of freckles around her nose. Blue eyes rimmed in black. Lashes long, and I would bet soft to the touch, and her mouth… I sucked in a quiet breath, imagining those plump lips around my cock.
She stuck out her tits, which would fit perfectly in my large hands. “Like what you see?” Her voice was steadier than it had been a second ago.
I was ready to sink my fangs into that smooth neck of hers while I fucked her from behind. “I’ll ask for a third time. Is my sister’s house rigged?”
“No!” Jordyn shouted. “It’s not. Layla, we need to get out of here.”
Depending on the dosage of the drugs in the vampires scattered around, they might be waking up soon.
“Layla.” I rolled that name around on my tongue a few times. Pretty name and one I liked better than Red, the nickname I’d given her.
“I swear you women will pay for this,” Roman piped up.
I should check on him, but that would mean I would have to look over my shoulder, and I was fascinated with Layla. Besides, if the drug had worn off, Roman would be following through on his threat.
“Rianne, wake up,” Jordyn said.
“What did you do to Rianne?” Layla asked.
I ran my tongue over one fang. “One of my many lethal skills.”
Layla pressed the tip of the dagger into my stomach without puncturing the skin. “You will let us go.”
A grin emerged. “Baby doll, you are not going anywhere until I get answers.”
“We already told you your sister’s house isn’t rigged,” Layla said.
“You’ll say anything to get out of here.”
She jutted out her chin, defiant and strong. “Call her, then.”
“I promise your sister’s house is fine,” Jordyn said in a trembling voice. “If we’re lying, then you can kill me.”
“I’ll be more than happy to,” Roman said as a chair scraped along the floor.
I quickly tossed a glance over my shoulder, and Layla took that moment to ram the dagger into me.
Growling low, I removed the jagged blade as my bloodthirst became stronger than it had ever been in my existence.
She was about to run when I reached out and pulled her by the hair. Her back hit my chest. “Not so fast.” With my arm around her waist, I spun us so I could keep an eye on Roman. The drug was beginning to wear off, and he struggled to stand.
I didn’t have long before he would be feasting on any one of the women. I couldn’t exactly blame him if he did, not because he wanted to kill them as much as I was certain he wanted to taste them.
Layla alone smelled like a hot fudge sundae, and I would be damned if she didn’t smell like cherries too. I sniffed her hair. Yep, cherries.
I ran the blade along her smooth neck, stopping on her carotid artery. “Surely you didn’t hold a vampire club hostage to lure me out for a quick fuck?”
She wiggled her ass into my groin. “While the thought of you sliding your dick into my tight pussy sounds enticing, I have other plans for you.”
