She sighs again, and my insides knot up so tight it’s almost painful. Fuck. I wish we could fix this for her.
I wish her brother wasn’t an idiot and hadn’t gotten mixed up with those fucking vamps.
And I wish we could stop the vamps before they do anything worse.
I guess I’m not the only one feeling hopeless and wracking my damn brain for ideas about how to make Silver feel better. We’re almost at Dante’s office when Ro glances at me and a shit-eating grin spreads across his face.
“Sooo Z, how close are you feeling to your new bestie?”
“Not interested,” I growl, knowing exactly where his mind has gone.
Silver needs a distraction, sure. And I might not hate the vamp anymore. I might even like him—just a little—enough to not want to choke him out or push him out the nearest window. But that doesn’t mean I’m about to get my cock out in front of him.
I’ve only managed to get through the past hour, standing six feet from a bunch of vamps sucking on their prey’s necks, because I had Silver to distract me. But the thought of being vulnerable in front of a vamp makes my insides riot.
No fucking way.
“Maybe you might want to watch then, man?” Ro asks, then lowering his voice so Silver can’t hear, he adds, “She needs something, dude. And call me emotionally stunted, but I can’t think of anything else that might get her out of her head for a while.”
He gives a little eyebrow wiggle and pinches my cheek—thankfully, this time it’s the one on my face.
I let out a long breath, unknotting my shoulders. Fuck, he’s right.
This isn’t about me. It’s time to take care of Silver. And we’re both fucking useless in comforting her.
But we can try to make her feel good and hope that’s enough.
Ten minutes later and I’m somewhere I never expected to be. Inside a vamp’s bedroom, sitting in an armchair in the corner, with my body facing the oversized bed. Not a coffin, which is kinda how I would have pegged Dante before we started getting to know each other.
I know, I know, clichéd stereotypes. He’s just a regular guy. Yadda yadda. Except he happens to have been around a lot longer than any of the rest of us.
Dante stands in front of Silver, tipping up her chin and looking into her eyes before murmuring words I can’t quite hear. He then kisses her long and hard and she moans into his mouth before pulling back to speak.
“Yes. Yep. I want that. Downstairs made me feel all kinds of gross, and I need to see you naked right now.”
“Me too,” Ro says. “Fucking hated it. I don’t want to see another naked woman that isn’t you in my life, sweetheart.”
I rumble an agreement. I might not be willing to get naked and vulnerable in front of the vamp, but that doesn’t mean I’m not interested in how this whole dynamic plays out. I’ve never seen him let his guard down properly. Plus, Ro’s like an over-exuberant puppy at the best of times, but especially when he’s fucking Silver. It’s like he totally loses his head over her.
“Clothes off, Silver. You too, mage,” Dante orders as soon as the door closes.
My eyebrows shoot up. Huh, so the vamp wants to take control of this situation. Interesting.
The fact my hackles don’t instantly go up is a surprise to me. I would have expected him ordering Silver about to rub me up the wrong way. But Silver looks at him with wide, guileless eyes as she strips off her clothes with no further prompting. It’s clear she trusts him completely. And that soothes something in me. The feral part that wants to tear most people apart settles.
Ro must have already briefed the vamp before they came up here, since he seems all in for sharing Silver.
“Now, we’re going to make you feel good, angel. Those pretty tits look like they need some attention. Can you do that, Roscoe?”
“Yep. Sure. I’m ready.” Ro’s eager as fuck, tearing his own clothes off with zero shame and then tugging Silver onto the bed as he crawls up beside her. He then kisses her like the world’s about to end and he wants her taste to be the last thing he experiences.
I don’t blame him.
Ro’s then kissing along her neck and down her collarbone while she lets out a little whimper.
“I’m going to taste this sweet pussy now and I want you to soak my face, Silver,” Dante murmurs. “Your smell is intoxicating.”
“You do smell fucking amazing,” Ro adds. “I want to wake up every morning with my face in your pussy.”
