“Guys,” Callum says.
Jax peeks around the side of the building and watches Jordan. He’s taunting Everlee from outside of that building. Did he find her? “I smell your fear pulsing off of you,” he says. “I want to taste you. Tasteallof you.”
Curious to know what’s happening, I peek over Jax’s shoulder and see Jordan has stopped in front of a window, cupping his hands and looking inside.
“Everlee?”
Pushing off Jax, I turn to look at the others. “I think he found her. Wait. Where’s Emmett?”
Callum looks around and then his eyes fall on mine. “Shit.”
EVERLEE - IN THE ARMS OF A VAMPIRE
"Everlee?”Thevampirefromoutside says again as I stare into the red, pulsing eyes of the man who pulled me over the counter.
He holds a single finger over his lips, telling me to be quiet. Who is this man? Judging by the pulsing red eyes and pain on his face, I’d venture to say he’s also a vampire. A vampire who’s fighting with himself. To what? Not kill me?
His face is twisted in pain and he keeps staring at my neck like it’s a steak on a silver platter.
“Everlee. I know you’re in here. Your scent is all over this place. You smell like a dream. A delectable, tasty morsel of heaven. I’m supposed to bring you back to Samara, but honestly,” he laughs out a puff of air. “I don’t know if I’ll be able to control myself.”
A chair crashes to the ground, making me jump, but I don’t make a sound. The man beside me is staring at me like he also wants to taste, but something about his eyes… There’s a pain there. Both a physical and emotional pain battling for control. Will he attack me or won’t he? I don’t think either of us knows the answer to that question.
“You have someone else with you?” the vampire says.
My eyes dart to the man beside me. His fangs are slowly descending and he’s licking his lips.
Fuck me.
There’s no use fighting against him. His arms are wrapped tightly around me from when he pulled me over the counter. Fighting him would be the equivalent of trying to push a boulder up a hill. It’s not going to happen.
He leans in and inhales my scent, his nose nudging my hair away from my neck, causing goosebumps to erupt over my skin.
“She’s mine!” the vampire commands.
In a flash, the vampire holding me stands us up. His arm is wrapped around my chest, nearly crushing my ribcage.
Struggling to breathe, I reach up and grab his large forearm and try to pull it down, but it doesn’t move.
“Emmett,” the vampire says, looking slightly amused. “You’re squeezing her to death,” the vampire in front of us says. “Fine by me. We can still taste her after she’s dead.”
Emmett eases his grip, but still has his arm wrapped around me.
“Jordan,” Emmett retorts unamused. His voice is burly, sexy, and he’s huge. Both tall and muscular, like a lumberjack, but… not.Thisis a vampire. Everything about him ensnares the senses, making you swoon and fall for him. Bedazzling you with everything he has to lure you in. The vampire in front of me, Jordan, does not. He just looks sleezy and repulsive.
Jordan throws his head back, laughing. “Did you follow me here? I found her first.” He takes a step forward.
“But I have her,” Emmett returns, not moving.
“She’s also listening to both of you talk like she’s not right here and she doesn’t appreciate it,” I add. I’ve never been one for damsel in distress vibe. Although I guess to be fair, this would be my first time. Problem is, I’m not the damsel type. I’m the snarky, loud one that fights until the last second.
“Where’s the rest of your crew? Trying to catch up?”
“We’re right here,” a voice booms behind us.
I try to turn around, but I’m locked fairly tightly in Emmett’s arms.
“E, you good?” Another voice asks, taut with tension.
