She ravaged his neck and tore at his arms and chest with her nails as she rode him with fury. There was a strange kind of pleasure with the pain, while his head spun from her insistent hunger. Her emotions overrode his until he lost himself completely.
He lost all sense of time as her body milked his and all he felt was Phoebe. He didn’t care about anything or anyone else. His life began and ended with her.
Suddenly, the door slid open.
Phoebe jerked up, clutching at Urian, who was too weak to even turn his head to see who was there.
The door closed again.
Panting and weak, Urian tried to focus his gaze. “Who was that?”
“My sister,” she hissed, climbing off him to rush to the bathroom.
Urian attempted to get up and go after her, but he fell back onto the sofa. “I’m going to wait here.”
If Phoebe heard, she didn’t pause or say anything. She merely ran out of the apartment to catch up to her sister.
After a few seconds she came back in and sat down primly by his side.
“You okay?”
“That was embarrassing.”
“Let me guess? Your sister and Muppet had a little PMS meltdown over what they saw?”
“I call him Sasquatch, but yes. Yes, they did.”
He laughed. “Remind me later to kill him … and I won’t be calling him Sasquatch.”
“Why? I think it’s quite fitting.”
Urian scoffed. “Not really. That implies he’s intimidating and scary. Trust me, he’s not.”
“Maybe not to your hulking, almost-seven-foot-tall ass he isn’t, but from my vantage point, he’s terrifying.”
He snorted. “Trust me, don’t feed Muppet’s ego. If it gets any bigger, we’re going to have to put in for a larger apartment for them. I think it’s why his mansion was so big. They needed it just to house his inflated self-image.”
Phoebe laughed. Until they heard a loud commotion from outside.
“Ah shit …” Urian used his powers to summon clothes. Without being told, he knew Wulf had pissed off the natives and trouble was brewing. Because that out there was the sound of hell’s wrath, and only a Dark-Hunter in the middle of an Apollite commune could cause that much ruckus.
Teleporting into the middle of it, Urian took one second to get the lay of the drama before he grabbed Wulf and inserted himself between the Dark-Hunter and the Apollite who wanted his head. Still weak from Phoebe’s feeding, he kept one hand on each of them to make sure they kept a safe distance from each other.
“Enough!” Urian roared at the two of them.
Wulf frowned at him. “Are you all right?”
Not really. He felt rather queasy and he definitely didn’t need this shit.
Urian released both men. The Apollite was taken off by some of Shanus’s watchmen, but he cast a parting malevolent glare at them.
Grateful it was over, he wiped a hand over his sweat-covered brow. “You need to stay out of sight, Dark-Hunter.”
“You really don’t look good. Do you need something?”
Urian shook his head to clear it. “I just need to rest for a while.” He curled his lip at Wulf. “Can you stay out of trouble long enough for that?”
“Uri?” Phoebe came up behind him and placed her hand on his forehead. “Did I take too much, baby?”
