Okay, here we go.
The suite is still and dark, except for a table lamp in the living room that’s on. The air smells like him.
I close the door behind me and stand there with my eyes closed, deeply inhaling.
No, I can’t ignore the way my soul keens for him. The way my body longs for him.
I think about how it felt being carried up the mountain by him.
The way he kisses.
The sexy things he did to me, and we were both still fully clothed.
The grief in his voice as he told me about Robert.
These men are, around others, stoic and strong and seemingly invincible.
Except in daylight.
That’s why they have to be such fucking bastards sometimes, or at the very least tend to come off as massively cold assholes. Because they can’t afford to show weakness. They’re vulnerable in the daylight, and have to make others fear them enough to avoid them.
But they’re even more vulnerable when they love.
Being in Lucius’ inner circle allows me access few others get, humans or vampires. I’ve been lucky enough to see Lucius with Selene in private. He would sacrifice himself without hesitation to protect her. He loves her with everything he is and has. She is his biggest weakness. I’ve seen other vampires pair off and find forever love and have the same reaction.
Wolves mate for life, when they find and mark their true mate. The wolf who marks their mate will forever follow their mate and try to protect them, achingly long to be with them if circumstances force them apart.
Can never love another. And the one who’s marked will forever bear the scent of that wolf in them, meaning no other wolves will touch them.
The wolves and vampires really aren’t that different, when you get right down to it. Different sides of the same coin.
I know I can’t stand here all day and should get moving. Even though I’ve been—ha ha—invited in here, I feel like I’m an interloper in Dex’s private albeit temporary domain.
I walk into the bedroom. The small mini fridge must be his personal one because it doesn’t look like the one out in the small kitchenette, and it’s plugged into an extension cord.
Steeling myself, I open it. Yep, full of bags of blood. There are also some of those freezer packs in the, you know, freezer portion. And a soft-sided cooler sitting on top of it. So, I grab it and the freezer packs and pack two bags of blood.
Thinking about it, I add two more bags of blood. Hell, might as well. I don’t know how many he’ll need. Better to have extra he can store in my fridge.
On to the bathroom, where I find his shower kit and grab everything I can think of that he might need, including checking the shower for anything he left in there.
His clothes are actually unpacked—into the dresser and closet.
Really?I mean…wow. I don’t think I’ve ever done that. I’ve used a hotel closet before, but never unpacked my suitcases into the dresser, even when I’ve stayed in one for more than a few days.
I open the closet and find several suits hanging in there.
Rawr. Helloooo, Sweetie.
I mostdefhave a suit fetish.
Then I see he also brought a couple pairs of jeans, and a hunky pair of black leather harness motorcycle boots.Sploosh.
Fuck.
Me.
I grab a pair of jeans, the boots, socks for the boots, and now to decide what shirt. Henley, or button-up?
