I brought my attention back to the man, forcing myself to calm enough to refrain from panic. “Yeah. Yeah, I’ll be fine. I hadn’t realized until now that it was the Royals I was looking for.”
“Well, maybe it’s not. I assumed, with you being here and all.”
“No. You’re right. I’m certain it’s the Royals that I need.” Seems like “luck” had led the right person to me after all. I let out another breath and looked the man in the eyes. “Do you know how to find them?”
“I know the cathedral is close to Montezuma. That’s only an hour’s drive from here. Give or take.”
And there we go. Search over. How easy was that? Just had to learn to walk, talk, eat, and drink again, and it all fell into place.
The stars were certainly aligned for me to find the vampires. The nymphs or Moheetla, or whoever was setting this up, had better keep following through with how easy this all was. Of course, maybe the vampires had a god of their own and he was the one laying the stepping-stones in front of me.
The man’s voice took on a different note, becoming both shy and suggestive at the same time. “I can take you to Montezuma if you’d like. Tomorrow.”
Tomorrow. Well that meaning was clear, wasn’t it?
The Royals. Tomorrow.
“Are you asking if I want to stay with you tonight?”
He nodded. Even the lust could not erase the innate kindness that seemed to waft from him. “I’d like that.” Then his eyes widened as if realizing something. “Oh, God. I didn’t mean it like that. I can drive you to Montezuma tomorrow if you don’t wanna stay the night.”
In that moment, with his insecurity, which was so out of place on such a stunning man, he stopped being Wrell and morphed into Finn.
If I hadn’t been certain what I wanted before, I was now. It had been so long since I’d had sex, my body had nearly shut off the drive. And now here was a beautiful man wanting to take me home the night before I had to face the infamous Vampire Cathedral. A man who was an enticing combination of the only two men I’d ever loved.
“Yeah, I wanna spend the night with you. Even if you don’t take me to the vampires tomorrow and I have to find another way. I know where I’m going now. Either way, take me home.”
He beamed, every hint of sadness and insecurity vanishing. “I’m Shane, by the way.”
I nearly told him I was Chris Stewart, but I couldn’t make myself lie to him. “Brett.”
“Wow! You’rehung like a werewolf.” Shane reached out, filled his massive hand with my balls, and gave a tentative tug.
That small touch was nearly enough to make me shoot all over his forearm. It had been so long. I couldn’t even remember the last…
Oh, yes I could. Finn. Graveyard. Me promising I wouldn’t leave.
Shoving the memory aside, I stepped closer and ran my left hand through the thick black hair covering his colossal chest, curling my fingers through it and giving him a matching tug. My right hand snapped at the button of his shorts. He wore them loose enough that without needing to unzip them, they slipped effortlessly over his hips and pooled at his feet.
My left hand quit moving at his chest and fell stupidly to my side. My gaze flicked up to his and then back down. The slab of meat that hung from his seventies’ porn bush was thick, dark, and uncut. Finn had been large, but not like this.
It had been so long since I’d seen a penis, I couldn’t decide if I wanted to fall to my knees and devour it or simply stare in awe.
Shane’s low chuckle pulled my attention away from his groin and to his eyes, which were sparkling in pleasure at my reaction. “Apparently werewolves and demons have something in common.”
I glanced down at my own sex, fully aroused and leaking—so pale next to him, the dark-blond curls looking almost white in comparison. We were pretty evenly matched, but it was an unusual event to be with someone with a similar endowment. “Have you ever been with a demon?”
He kicked off his flip-flops and stepped out of the shorts, then kicked them aside. “No. You been with a wolf?”
I shook my head.
He leaned into me, simultaneously wrapping his hand around my dick while running up the length of my neck with his tongue. “Ever been with another supernatural?”
I felt my body stiffen at the question, Finn’s face intruding between the two of us again.
“I’m sorry. Did I say something wrong?” Shane released me and stepped back.
“No. No. Sorry.” I swiped my hand over my face. “It’s just been a really long time.”
