“Do human eyes reflect a different color?”
“Yours don’t reflect at all.”
I squinted at him. “Why? Because we’re prey?”
He chuckled and scanned the hallway before holding my throat and pushing me against the wall. Getting very up in my personal space, he rumbled low and dangerously, “You’re less animalistic than we are.”
And cue full-body shivers and my blood flowing south! Hamilton totally knew what he did to me, too, because then he was notching his leg between mine and leaning down to ravish me. Goddamn, the man could kiss! If we were quiet, would anyone ever know we’d fucked in this hallway?
But then a door opened somewhere, and he popped off my mouth and stood back, leaving me having to lock my knees and cling to the wall to stay upright.
“Fawkes?”
I turned to see a man with wavy brown hair to his shoulders who had to be at least six-six and all muscle. If he took too deep a breath, he might bust the buttons off of his short-sleeved pale pink shirt. Short sleeves… That was a choice. And one that I doubted anyone would ever bring up to him.
“I thought you might’ve gotten lost,” the man continued, “but now I see that you…haven’t.”
Weird. Well, less weird once I noticed the dude sniffing the air. My guess was that he knew exactly what we’d been doing out here and probably what I still wanted to do. Which did help cool me off at least.
“Quillan,” Hamilton said as he walked closer, “this is Wiley Winslow.”
I followed after Hamilton and got a nod from Quillan.
“I don’t really have a waiting area,” Quillan said and pointed opposite his door, “but there’s a lounge down that way where you?—”
“He stays with me.” Hamilton walked into Quillan’s office like that was the end of that.
I shrugged and followed him inside. “So sayeth the king.”
“He’s a marquess actually.”
“Mapquest?” I asked distractedly.
I’d been in bathroom stalls bigger than Quillan’s office, so I spent a minute watching him cram himself behind his desk and into an office chair that didn’t have room to roll anywhere.
“Dammit, Quillan,” Hamilton growled from the only visitor’s chair.
“What? Does he not know you’re royalty?”
“Royalty?” I looked between the two of them, feeling like we weren’t speaking the same language all of a sudden. “I was making a joke with the king comment.”
“Oh.” Quillan started shuffling papers that didn’t look like they needed shuffling.
“Hamilton,” I asked seriously, “are you, like…actual royalty?”
Chapter
Six
CRAZY SEXY MAN BAT
Iflicked an annoyed glance at Quillan before nodding at Wiley. “Yes, I am.”
He blinked at me and said nothing.
Realizing I sat in the only chair available, I got up and offered it to him. He kept staring and didn’t move to take the seat.
“Honestly, Wiley, it’s nothing.” I leaned on a corner of Quillan’s overcrowded desk and crossed my arms. “I’m only royalty amongst vampires. I’m one of six Contestrello marquesses. The current king of vampires is a Carpathian. It’s all nonsense to humans.”
