“If I were you, I would get your ass off that property. No good can come from you being in the house of a vampire hunter. And may I remind you that the Aberdeens take no prisoners?”
I remembered my old man telling me something similar. “They’re not a family you want to run into on a dark road in the middle of the night.” I had yet to ask more about that.
At the thought of my father, a sense of dread blanketed me. I needed to call Jo and find out whether he was awake yet and how he was doing.
“Duly noted,” I said to Conrad. “I’ll be at most another hour. Ping me if you see anyone else.” I ended the call and was examining the multitude of weapons when a door somewhere in the garage creaked open.
Her cherry scent gave her away. “My aunt will handle our guest,” Layla said.
I spun from the workbench and lost my train of thought as my bloodthirst reared its ugly head. I could sense the sweetness of her blood. Hell, I still hadn’t gotten her taste out of my mouth. I licked my lips, my gums throbbing endlessly, my fangs ready to devour my goddess. “What do you mean, your aunt will handle him?”
She gave me a ball-squeezing smile. “Look around, vampire. We kill your kind.”
I chuckled. “Is that line supposed to scare me? Or these weapons?”
Daggers, flamethrowers, swords, guns, stakes—the list went on, and that was only what I could see. I was sure there was more artillery behind the row of cabinets lining one side of the building.
She swung her curvy hips as she closed the distance between us, twirling her finger around my groin. “And can you control your dick, please?”
Man, I was desperate to feel those massive tits pressed against my chest. I was desperate to be inside her, to feel my taste buds explode when I drank from the very spot I was looking at on her inner thigh. “Around you, baby doll, never.”
She glanced at her thighs then up at me. “Don’t even think about biting me.”
Her lust whipped around me like a fast-moving storm, and I welcomed it. I wanted to feel it over and over again.
She sighed as she stood before me, sliding her gaze up and down my body.
Leaning in, I whispered in her ear, “You want to fuck me as bad as I want to be inside you.”
She whimpered, a sound that cut through my resolve. I was learning that when it came to Layla Aberdeen, I had none.
I combed my fingers through her silky strands and groaned.Fuck control.My fangs clicked into place.
Another sweet noise escaped her as she angled her neck.
I licked her carotid artery, feeling the blood pumping through it.
She latched onto my belt, dipping her fingers just inside the waistband of my jeans. “Why are you here, Sam?”
To fuck you. To taste you. To do things to you that we haven’t even begun to do.My fangs grazed over her earlobe.
She shivered. “And don’t say because my aunt invited you. I’m sensing you’re here for another reason.”
I nibbled on her ear. “I am. You.” No lie in my statement. But she was smart to think I had another reason too.
“Sam.” She gripped my cock. “You’re leaving something out.”
My brain shut down as I pushed my groin into her, hoping she would do more than squeeze my erection. I nuzzled her hair, inhaled deeply, and moaned.
Before I could process her next move, she had a dagger in her hand. Letting go of my dick, she pointed the blade at my heart. “Now, the truth.”
A deep, satisfied laugh burst free as I pressed my chest into the blade. “You won’t hurt me.”
She narrowed her eyes as she dragged the dagger down my chest, slowly, methodically.
My cock was harder than marble.
I grinned like a damn proud asshole as I watched her chest rise and fall, imagining my mouth around her tits.
