He chuckles. “True. I’m sure you’ve never fucked someone while draining them of blood. Do you know how addicting it is to feel someone’s life slowly fade while they’re wrapped around your cock?”
“You’re sick, Rory.”
“Ah,” he tsks. “Not anymore. I’m actually rather boring.”
I scoff because there’s nothing boring about this vamp. “Don’t you have some witches to go terrorize?”
“Locheran? Are you following me?”
The sweet voice of my little mouse pulls my attention away from Rory. She scowls at me before her eyes trail to the elder vamp and widen. A blush spreads up her neck before spilling into her cheeks.
“Oh, hi, I’m Farrah.”
She holds out her hand for Rory to take, but I grab it first.
“Absolutely not.”
“Excuse me?” Farrah asks, teeth grinding.“I’ll introduce myself to whoever the fuck I want.”
Oh, dear gods. Why was that burst of anger wildly sexy?
“Because it was,” Rory says out of the corner of his mouth.
He pushes me aside and takes Farrah’s hand from mine.
“Rorik Sevier, but please, call me Rory. It’s a pleasure.”
The vampire lifts her hand and presses a kiss to her knuckles.
Farrah bites her bottom lip, her blush deepening. I stifle my jealousy because even I can’t deny Rory’s a good-looking man. His dark hair curls chaotically around his head, and his eyes are a sapphire blue. His skin is a light brown underneath the deathly pallor of being a vampire. He’s my height.
An inch taller, actually,Rory mouths to me once he releases Farrah’s hand and stands up straight.
Farrah is clearly attracted to Rorik, and every monster in our vicinity slowly turns their heads our way, sniffing the air.
Smelling her arousal.
My growl begins low—a warning—and when a few supes including a werewolf, orc, and griffin start walking our way, something snaps inside me.
I take Farrah’s drink out of her hand and give it to Rorik. He smirks, already knowing what I’m about to do since he likely just read it in my mind.
“Locheran, what the fuck? I just got that!”
She yelps when I wrap one arm around her waist and swoop her off her feet, securing my other arm underneath her legs.
Her eyes widen, and she hooks one arm around my neck to hold on, then pounds her fist on my chest with the other.
“Let me down, you big dumb gargoyle!”
“Can’t. Sorry,” I say, extending my wings to create space around us as I carry her through the crowd.
“Um, hello!” Farrah screams when she spots her best friend and Xander. She squirms in my arms, but I only hold on tighter. “He’s kidnapping me!”
“Are you kidnapping Farrah?” Evangeline asks, amused.
I tuck my wings to my back and come to a stop next to them. “Nope. Just protecting her from some horny monsters.”
“Good enough for me,” Evangeline says with a chuckle.
