It’s not the council he’s talking about meeting with, it’s the Bad Vamps.
Any hope I had of this being a worthwhile venture crumbles into dust. Once again, I’ve just wasted my time in appealing to them.
How have I made the same mistake a second time? I remember this same feeling of static frustration and from the last time I met with these fools.
I’m an idiot. I don’t know what I was thinking.
... or, I know. I just don’t want to admit it to myself. I wanted to roll into The Spire and tell Silver I had a solution. A ready-made army backing us.
Something, anything, to reassure her the events of last night won’t reoccur.
Instead, I end the call feeling impotent. Just in time to hear a knock at my door.
I don’t get many visitors and quickly check my phone to see who is on the other side. My chest grows taut at the sight of Silver, shifting from foot to foot, looking so gorgeous my breath catches in my throat. I let out a strangled grunt and jump to my feet, embarrassingly eager to see her again.
I’m kicking myself all over again about not having better news to share with her.
“No breaking and entering today?” I ask as the door swings open.
She chuckles softly, stepping past me like she owns the place. She might not realize it yet, but Silver owns a lot of me.
“I’m still not so good on the lock-picking,” she says, striding ahead of me into the living room. My eyes catch on the gentle sway of her hips as she moves.
“That’s more Ro’s style than mine,” she adds.
My stomach swoops and I take a step closer, scanning her face for any hint of upset. There’s nothing obvious, but I get the impression Silver’s used to pushing her emotions down. “How is he?”
“Fine. He’s good.” She smiles widely, and my chest expands to its usual size. Thank fuck for that.
“He’s much better. Luna says he should be as good as new in a couple of days, which is good because he’s doing a shit job of staying in bed. I’d have to tie him to the bed and even then he might like it too much to get any rest in.” The words tumble out of her mouth and take a second to sink into my brain. Once theydo, blood thuds in my ears as it simultaneously rushes to my cock as I take her meaning.
“He, er, likes that sort of thing, does he? I can see that. The wild ones often need taming.”
Her answering grin is more than a little devilish. “I’m not too sure yet,” she replies, like this is the most regular conversation in the world.
“He likes his hair pulling. I know that much. But I don’t always like being in charge.” She shrugs, a small grin spreading over her face.
My pants are now uncomfortably tight as my cock batters against his restraints. How long has it been since my dick showed the slightest interest in anyone? Years, I’d guess.
And yet here it is, practically busting out of my pants with the eager need to get closer to Silver.
My breath stutters again, and I wonder if I’ve got something physically wrong with me. Although, as a vampire, I don’t get sick.
Lovesick.
I internally snort at my ridiculousness. Although if she keeps talking about her preferences in the bedroom and my mind continues conjuring ideas of how I might satisfy my unmet needs, I’ll have a fresh problem shortly.
My cock weeping for her, for one.
“I have two favors to ask,” she says, looking serious suddenly. “And I know I only come here when I need something from you. But I’m hoping the second favor will make up for the first.”
I’m intrigued and taken aback, but I answer honestly. “You could ask me for anything and I’d give it to you.”
So much for staying cool and collected. I practically tear my barely beating heart out of my chest and lay it at her feet. She licks her lips, looking up at me with wide eyes that are filled with uncertainty.
“My, er, my magic is not working right. I think they slipped me something last night to null the effects. Probably so I’d have to go back to them for the antidote.”
I breathe deeply, taking in her scent and all the various subtle notes of it. Beneath the sheer power of her delectable blood and her natural mixed spicy yet sweet scent, there’s something chalky and acrid.
