Enola recoiled, but before she could say a word about his language, Gideon said, in his defense, “Bitch is different in my world. Remember?”
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
It was hot as shit in New Orleans, even at night. They walked, half-drunk, through a quiet French Quarter; they being Enola, Gideon, Gabriel, and Alice. Enola and Alice were laughing, talking loudly, and stumbling until Gideon’s steps halted. Gabriel and Alice froze as well. Clearly, Enola didn’t have the same sixth sense. She looked at them, wondering why the hell their fun had stopped.
Gideon growled, not like a man but a ferocious beast. He took off his suit jacket and ripped the shirt from his, oh so impressive, chest. Enola took a few steps back when Gabriel did the same. She turned to look for Alice, but what she found in her place was a large red wolf.
What the fuck?
In one terrifying blink, they were surrounded by fangs. That was all Enola noticed—fangs.
They had to be vampires.
The black wolf Gideon leapt onto one of the vampires. Enola screamed at the top of her lungs when he ripped out the vampire’s throat and chewed on it like it was puppy chow.
Shit just got real!
Enola wanted to run, but a need to protect Gideon, and the people he loved, took over when they, all of a sudden, began to whine like wounded animals. Gideon, Gabriel, and Alice fell to the ground in a fetal position, all howling in pain.
“Gideon!” Enola gasped painfully.
“Witches,” Alice choked.
Witches?
Did she mean that witches were the reason they were curled up into balls? Enola looked around. At first glance, all she could see were the blood suckers. Upon further inspection, she noticed some figures in the background. She closed her eyes and listened. As she concentrated, she could hear soft chanting.
Enola looked over at Gideon. Pain pierced her core as he howled in pain. Enola raised her arms and focused on the voices in the background. She threw her head back, allowed the heat to take her, and prayed that she wouldn’t kill Gideon, Gabriel, or Alice.
The feeling, the ignition of the fire within was so intense that Enola screamed. It was as if she was being possessed by the very power that she was supposed to be trying to control. Before she knew it, she had fallen to her knees. Enola scratched against the concrete and gasped for air. She was spent. She’d never felt so weak in her life.
Enola opened her eyes. Vampires and witches alike, they were all dead.
“Oh, God,” Enola gasped.
“Gideon,” she breathed when their eyes met.
Gideon stood, unbothered by his nakedness, and looked around at the fiery carnage. “You okay, darlin’?”
“I…um, yeah, I’m okay.”
Alice grabbed what was left of her tank top, covered her breasts, and threw on Gideon’s suit jacket to cover her bottom. She grabbed Gabriel, who was also naked.
“Don’t worry. We’ll go and find you some clothes,” she said, pulling Gabriel away.
When Enola stood and looked down at her nakedness, she realized that Alice was talking to her. Gideon grinned and stalked over to her.
“Nola, darlin’, it seems as though you’ve ruined your clothes,” he said with a predatory smirk.
Enola held her head high. She was not about to be shamed. Shit, she’d just saved their lives.
“It seems as though I have, Gideon. But since I wasn’t born with clothing, I guess I’ll survive.”
“Maybe,” Gideon responded with a mischievous grin.
He snaked an arm around her waist and pulled her close. Enola looked up and stared into his beautiful eyes. Thick lashes framed icy grays. Gideon caressed the back of Enola’s head and pulled her face to his. When he pressed his lips to hers, she felt lighter, as if she were floating. Enola happily parted her lips and allowed Gideon’s tongue entry. She pushed her fingers through his thick, wavy hair and her naked breasts against his rock-hard body.
“So fucking beautiful,” Gideon mumbled against her lips.
