Lazare
Now let’s see what we can do to make it go away.
Not gonna lie; that hurt. I mean, he’s right, butstill.
We make it into the kitchen, not sure what time of day it is, and Miss Lillian is there, waiting. Her eyebrow, as usual, cocked in my direction.
“What?” I ask, grabbing a sticky bun from the platter on the counter. “I didn’t do nothin’.”
“Is my bedframe still in one piece?”
Remy's face flushes with my blood in his veins.
“Why, yes ma’am, it is. That’s a right sturdy frame you gave me. Thank you.”
“We had to air out the house. It smelled of sex.”
Remy turns in toward me, and even though I know it’s the pull of the mating, I love the way he fits perfectly under my chin, the way the chill of his skin cools my natural heat.
“It’s got him in its thrall too. We’re trying to work out a solution, but we couldn’t begin without taking the edge off.”
“That was taking the edge off?”
“You have no idea,” Remy says in his quiet, posh voice.
“Well, darlin’, I’m glad you can walk. This one ain’t small,” she says, patting my shoulder.
Remy looks at me with no shame, his heated words still fresh on his tongue. He lowers a single fang, pricking his lower lip as he looks up at me, licking the drop of blood as the scar disappears.
Goddess. He’s going to be the death of me.
He plucks at his elegant clothes, and I wonder what he could possibly think of me.
“Anyway. I’m thinking that him being full of my blood isn’t helping, so we need to switch out. Maybe have everyone volunteer a little blood here and there…it takes less than you’d think, especially because he’s not too big.”
Remy's plush mouth takes on a pout, and his cool fingers find the two tiny puncture marks on my wrist, where he most recently took his fill of me.
Miss Lillian taps her chin. “So, we just need enough blood—”
She’s interrupted when Eloy and Doc make an appearance, Eloy walking in with an unconscious human slung over his shoulder.
“Someone say they needed blood? Here you go.” Without care, he swings the body forward and lays him out on the kitchen table, the man’s head landing with athwackon the solid wood. Miss Lillian grabs the fly swatter and starts in on Eloy.
“Ouch! I’m just trying to be helpful here. I’m going to bed,” he says, stomping up the stairs.
Remy's eyes dart to mine, and I pull him in close. “Cher, we have to try, or we’ll be stuck like this until I knot you.”
He startles and pulls away, whispering furiously. “What do you mean until you knot me? I thought we were stuck like this always.”
“No. The hormones pretty much rule the roost until they know that a good connection has been made.”
“Then why didn’t you just knot me?”
“Because. You’d be able to walk away, but it would slowly drive both of us out of our minds.”
“That’s…pleasant.”
“Yeah, I know, that’s why I’m trying to find out if switching out your blood source will help it.”
