“The usual scrapes you would get, but his father didn’t mention anything out of the ordinary. Their alpha suggested internal injuries. I guess it’s possible he could have passed out from the pain.”
“Aye, but eventually he would have woken up and shifted. Even a broken neck isn’t enough to kill a Shifter. If something knocked him unconscious, he was out long enough to die. No blood?”
“Nothing obvious.”
Christian stroked his beard, his eyes fixed on the wall ahead. “I don’t see how they could be connected even if they were foul play.”
“I guess the Packmasters thought it was enough to look into. They’ve seen it all, so maybe something just doesn’t feel right in their gut. I said I’d look into it, but I didn’t promise to solve it.” I rested my hand on his inner thigh and gave it a light squeeze. “I’m glad you’re coming with us tomorrow for the rogues. We only have one pack—you can sit in the truck for that one.”
“I’ll not squeeze into that infernal contraption between two women.”
My hand slid upward, and I cupped him. “Sounds like every man’s fantasy.”
Christian’s onyx eyes drank me in as I massaged him. “You’re my fantasy. You and you alone.” His breath hitched when I unzipped his pants.
“Don’t you like people watching us?”
He chuckled. “Aye, but not someone I know. That would be like my sister watching.”
“Too bad you don’t have a window in here.”
“Why? So you can jump out of it?”
I scooted closer and freed his cock. “So you could take me in front of that Chitah,” I said, stroking his hard shaft. “I bet he’d like to watch.”
Christian tensed all over. Teasing was one of his favorite pastimes. It was a game between us to see who had the most willpower. There were nights both of us wound up going to bed completely unsatisfied because of our competitive nature. That made every single encounter between us even more explosive.
I circled my tongue around the blunt head.
“Careful, now. That tickles.”
“Show it to me.”
Knowing what I was referring to, Christian crossed his arms and threw off his shirt faster than I could track. I wanted my eyes on that big, beautiful raven tattoo while I took him into my mouth.
Christian stroked my hair.“Jaysus,” he breathed.
I loved all the smooth and rough edges of Christian Poe. From his sharp tongue to his soft look. From his hard muscles to his pliant lips.
I fell into a slow rhythm, just the way he liked. When his eyes hooded and shoulders tensed, I drew back and let him see my fangs. Christian’s dark eyes went wild, his fangs punching out in response.
I stroked him from base to tip. “Do you want it?”
Without answering, he reached back and gripped the top of the headboard. The wood creaked from the pressure of his tight grasp, and his muscles were solid.
So much power.
So much control.
When my sharp fangs grazed the tip, he hissed. Vampires never got winded, but Christian’s chest rose and fell at a rapid pace as he gazed down at me like a feral creature—an image that would have terrified most with his deadly fangs and bottomless black eyes. I moved down the shaft to that lovely patch of skin where his leg joined to his hip. My fangs throbbed, hungry for his blood. Eager to please him, eager to please myself, I got on my knees and yanked his pants down to his ankles.
Christian groaned.
I sensed his anticipation as I softly kissed his skin, searching for just the right spot—the one he had shown me. My other hand stroked him fast and furious.
The headboard snapped.
Fear kept him from touching me. The fear of breaking my bones or crushing my skull in a moment of passion. There was only one way to level the playing field.
