He is so gorgeous, he doesn’t have to ask me again.Climbing on top of him and straddling his hips, I show Theron how deeply alluring I find every thrusting inch of him.
ChapterEighteen
Theron
My obsession is a work of art.I can’t get the image of her sitting astride me grinding her hips and scratching her nails down my chest out of my mind.I am inclined to worship at the foot of the high pedestal I have put her on, but that won’t score me any points with Aila’s gypsy spirit.
In this moment, I can no longer deny which way my mind is leaning.
When Aila O’Hara leaves Landslide, I am tempted to go with her.And if she doesn’t want me as a companion, I am even more tempted to follow her like a shadow.Because she awakens the huntsman in me.
She keeps me guessing.Not in a manipulative sort of way; Aila’s way too sassy for those lame mind games.It’s in the way she keeps her eyes open, her mouth closed, and her arms tightly folded so that not even her body language can give her away.
That just about drives me out of my mind with the desire to know what she’s thinking.At this stage of my interactions with her, I guess I would be content for the sex to keep coming.I’ve never lain with a woman who knows what I am before.
It’s evening now.I’m riding to Luna’s house.This is where Tempest lived.A wooden sign swings from iron rings attached to a pole next to the road, the black words burnt into the timber.
Denn die Todten reiten Schnell.The dead ride fast.
It looks as if we fall in love fast, too.The way I feel about Aila, I know this strangely strong emotion has started to pull me away from the ancient blood brotherhood to which I have belonged for countless years.
Luna doesn’t bother looking up when I come in.
“Hunter, you reek.Go and shower in the yard.Only then will I be able to hold a proper conversation with you.”
“You’re so brisk sometimes, Luna.As your big bloodsucker brother, maybe I should remind you how delectable a woman’s scent can be.”
Her voice follows me outside.“I’m strictly dickly, big brother.Cat juice is not on my menu.”
Muohta follows me outside.I remember the MC’s first Samoyed dog.It belonged to Artim.That fluffy whitebjelkierfollowed us all the way to the Slavic lands in the south as we hunted for the red-haired tribes.If any sentiment was possible in my cold, dead heart it would have been the affection I felt for that loyal dog.
Also, keeping the Samoyed with us made humans trust us more easily.Our ancient equivalent of the man in the van telling the kid to come and see the puppies.
Trailing water on the floor behind me, I step back into my briefs and Levi 501s and leave my torso bare to dry first.
“Aila knows we’re vampires, just thought you should know.”
If I expected a spit take reaction from Luna, it doesn’t happen.
She’s an artist who specialized in mosaic installations when she was human.With artificial lighting and working at night, Luna can go on for months creating one of her masterpieces.
She misses her previous life sometimes, only talking to her friends and clients via Zoom calls.Her old man, an ex-cop, spends most of his time overseas as a mountaineer.Her mother died when she was still young.
“And do you mind telling me what tipped her off?How did Aila make the jump from biker to vampire?”
“We were fucking.I bit her.She guessed.No, wait.She asked me if I was biting her, and I said no, I was feeding on her.The story kinda told itself after that.”
Again, there is no reaction from Luna.
“The water has dripped off you, Theron.You can put your t-shirt back on.”Water doesn’t stay on our skin for very long.It slides off real quick, like rain off stone.
Sitting on the edge of the couch in the living room, I lean over to pull on my socks.
“A heads up about Shadow’s reaction would be nice, Luna.That’s why I came by.”
Putting down her paintbrush, Luna smirks.
“You want me to make a guess at what Shadow’s reaction is going to be?Because I have no idea, Hunter.”
