At least, that had been the plan. It was becoming amply clear, however, that her edges didn't dull.
Oh, no. She was titanium, this one. Her reserves of strength were proving inexhaustible and he had the bruises to prove it.
As he came up to the door, he paused to take all his clothing off. Generally speaking, if he liked the threads he had on, they needed to hit the floor before he went inside, because he got trashed pretty quick the moment he got near her.
Unplugging his button-down from his slacks, he released his cuff links, left them on the hall table and took his silk shirt off.
He had marks on him. From her fists. Her nails. Her fangs.
The tip of his cock tingled as he looked at his various wounds and bruises. He healed quickly, thanks to his father's blood running thick in his veins, but sometimes the damage she did lasted and that thrilled him to the core.
When you were the son of evil, there was little you couldn't do, own, or kill, and yet her mortal self was an elusive trophy he could touch, but not put on his shelf.
This made her rare. This made her precious.
This made him. . . love her.
Fingering a blue-black contusion on the inside of his forearm, he smiled. He had to go to his father's tonight to confirm the induction, but first he would spend some QT with his female and add to his collection of scrapes. And before he took off, he would leave some food for her.
Like all prized animals, she needed to be provided for.
Reaching out to the doorknob, he frowned as he thought about the larger feeding issue. She was only half symphath and that vampire side of her worried him. Sooner or later, she was going to require something that couldn't be bought at the local Hannaford. . . and wasn't something he could give her.
Vampires needed to take the vein of the opposite sex. It was immutable. If you had that biology in you, you died unless you put the hardware in your mouth to use and swallowed fresh blood. And she couldn't have what was in his body--everything in him ran black now. As a result, his men, what few he had left, were searching for a male of good age, but they'd been coming up with nothing. Caldwell was close to empty when it came to civilian vampires.
Although. . . he did have that one in deep freeze.
Trouble was, he'd known that motherfucker in his old life, and the idea of her taking the vein of someone he'd been friends with just cranked his shit right out.
Plus the bastard was Qhuinn's brother--so yeah, not a bloodline he wanted her to have anything to do with.
Whatever. Sooner or later, his men were going to come up with something--they just had to. Because his new favorite toy was the kind of thing he wanted to have around for a very long time.
As he opened the door, he started to smile. "Hi, honey, I'm home. "
Across town, in the tat shop, Blay stayed mostly focused on what was doing on John's back. There was just something hypnotic about watching that needle trace over the blue transfer lines. Then from time to time, the artist paused to swipe the skin with a white paper towel before resuming his work, the whirring sound of the gun filling the silence once again.
Unfortunately, as captivating as it all was, he still had enough attention span left over to be very aware of when Qhuinn decided to fuck that human woman: After the pair chatted softly and swapped a lot of casual stroking down arms and shoulders, those astounding, mismatched eyes drifted over to the front door.
And a moment later, Qhuinn strolled across and checked to make sure it was locked.
That green-and-blue stare didn't meet Blay's as he came back to the tat station.
"You doing good?" he asked John.
When John glanced up and nodded, Qhuinn quickly signed, You mind if I get a little exercise behind that curtain?
Please say yes, you do mind, Blay thought. Please tell him he has to stay here.
Not at all, John signed. You take care of yourself.
I'll be on it if you need me. Even if I have to come out with my cock out.
Yeah, if we could avoid that, I'd appreciate it.
Qhuinn laughed a little. "Fair enough. " There was a heartbeat of a pause; then he turned away without looking at Blay.
The woman went into the other room first, and given the way she was working her hips, she was as ready for what was going to happen as Qhuinn was. Then Qhuinn's big shoulders shifted as he ducked out of sight and the veil fell back into place.