“All right, you can explain how you’re a mind reader later.” He buried his head into my hair and took another long sniff, whispering more to himself, “Fuck, you smell delicious.” He paused for a second before he let out a huff. “All right, all right. We will get going.” He maneuvered his hands to be less teasing and more covering as he complained. “You try holding her and not wanting to take your sweet ass time.”
Something about this man made me want to play, to joke and be silly, and I buried my head harder into his neck, switching between laying soft light kisses and running my teeth along his skin as he followed Bricks out of the booth and across the room.
“Fucking hell, Cupcake,” he growled into my ear. “If you keep that up, we will not make it to the door before I throw you against a wall and rut into you like an animal.”
“Celine,” I said before I stopped, giving him a break since he was carrying me. When he didn't say anything, I explained. “It's my name. It would be weird if you threw me against a wall and called me cupcake. It could ruin the mood.”
“Celine,” he said, sounding out each syllable in a low, sultry voice that made me clench my ass. He must’ve felt it because he gave a sexy dark chuckle.
I heard a door open, and the moist cold air hit my skin. Most women would complain about their hair getting frizzy or how it felt so wet outside, but for me, it was calming. Soothed my soul after feeling so off-kilter when that vampire went into a bloodlust.
I can take her, I felt Bricks think behind me, but Pumpkin wasn't having it as his grip tightened.
“I got her. Let's get going.” He jostled me around for a second before I popped my head up and saw him swing his leg over a bike. “You can call me Duce when Pumpkin doesn't do the job.”
I looked at him. “Do you need me to get down?” I felt like that would be the safest, but I guess he had different plans.
“Naw, you're good right here, Cupcake. Just move your hands from my neck to my waist and hold on tight.”
I did as he said, adding a little sass in response. “You got it, pumpkin.”
He barked out a laugh just as I heard him turn on the bike. I turned my head against his chest and looked at Bricks as his bike rumbled to life. He gave me a soft smile.
I’ll stay back and make sure no one is following us. Just in case.
I smiled at him as I looked down at his lips, remembering the feel of them as I licked mine. He didn't lie. He knew how to use his mouth, which made the horny little devil in me want more. He winked at me when his sweet smile turned into a knowing smirk.
At that point, Duce revved up his bike, the vibrations rumbling at my uncovered core as he shot off. I clutched onto him tighter, not knowing if it was because I didn't want to fall off the bike or because my drenched core wanted to be closer to the hardness growing in his pants.
My night just took a turn for the better.
Chapter 6
“Areyousureyou'regoing to be okay, Boss?”
I clenched my fist, digging my perfectly manicured nails into my palm as I took a deep breath. Killian made me leave that hovel he called a bar. Said it was a neutral zone and would risk all of our plans if I, as he said, went berserk. I didn’t give a flying fuck. I was about to tear it down brick by brick, making sure no stone was unturned until I found that siren.
“Get out of here, you idiot!” I slammed the large mahogany door to my family's mansion estate, making the frame crack from my strength.
“Welcome back, sire. Did your business venture go as planned?” I kept walking as I passed Cain, my family's butler and the man who raised me. I wasn't in the mood for chit-chat.
“I’m going into the basement.”
I heard his gasp after my statement. I wasn't surprised since he was there the last time I had a blood lust, but this time was different. I’m different. I will make sure to not let it go too far too soon and catch my prey when she least expects it. Yes, I need to play it differently this time around.
My shoes were the only sound that reverberated down this ghostly hallway, Cain's natural light shuffle trailing behind me. “I will need to lock myself in here for twenty-four hours. No communication for anyone. Then let me out. I will stay home for about seventy-two hours, confining myself to the grounds here until I am able to go out in public again. Do you understand?”
“Yes, sir.” His cold and confident voice let me know he understood his role in this.
“I will not let this get out of hand like last time. I am not going back to prison. I am the last surviving Heroux. I will not tarnish my family's name so soon after I just got out of that hell hole. No. I will plan this meticulously, and it will give me time to find the little siren.” Everything inside of my body was telling me to turn around, to hunt my prey now while the blood was still fragrant on my tongue, and it took everything I had to resist its call.
“Another siren, sir?” Cain's voice held a tone of judgment, and I wasn't about to have that. I swung my arm around, pressing my palm against his chest and slamming him into the wooden wall. I could hear his back crack and see the indent in the wall, but I didn't let up, digging my hands into his chest, threatening to rip out his heart.
“Yes, but as I said, this time it's different. Elaine’s magical blood tasted like the calm ocean on a sunny day. Lazy and cool.” I took a second to reminisce about her blood. The taste, the smell, the feel of it in my mouth. It was exquisite. Addictive. She was a little bit of an idiot in that she thought that a bloodlust meant that I somehow loved her, though I encouraged that thought. I let her think that in order to keep her in the tight grasp that I had. I didn't want to lose my favorite blood bag. Then I took it too far and hit her. The bitch left as soon as she had a chance and went to rat me out to the police, who just deferred it to the CIA unit for supernatural cases and was locked away for fifty years. Fifty whole fucking years for using and slapping a bitch. It wasn't fair.
When I got out, she was the first one I looked for. I wanted to get even. Suck her so dry that she would turn into a hollowed-out skin bag. It was the least she deserved. All my hopes and dreams were crushed when I learned that she fled to her Siren Island as soon as I was jailed. I had given up on my revenge, thinking that I needed to move on, and then I accidentally tasted the blood of that woman. That siren.
“This blood was wild and racing. It was just the barest of tastes, yet it had me going into a whole frenzy. It wasn't just addicting; it was soul-changing. I don't just want it, I need it.” Not to mention, it had a familiar magical tingle to it.
