“I wouldn’t expect anything less,” I quipped as he and his friends guided me away from the compound and into a garish canary yellow Ferrari, one vamp on either side of me to make sure I couldn’t escape. The vamp I’d shot in the head was still lying on the ground unconscious. I expected she’d be making her own way home when she came to.
“I see you boys like to ride in style,” I commented on the drive, earning myself a sharp punch to the jaw. Shit, that hurt. I wanted to rub where he hit me, but I couldn’t since the vamps had tied my arms behind my back with cable. I was going to have a real pretty bruise on my mug in the morning.
A couple of minutes of total and absolutely creepy silence passed before we turned onto the street where Cristescu had been living before he was exiled. It looked like he’d decided to take his residence of choice back now that he was a supervamp.
We came to a stop in front of the large, three-storey house, and I swallowed hard. Guess I wasn’t going to have the chance to wait until morning to see him after all. I could only hope that Tegan was there and that he’d listen to her when she told him not to kill me.
6.
Tegan
I’d died and gone to heaven. Well, maybe not that, but it was close.
I lay on Ethan’s bed while he licked me, his head between my legs and his tongue working some kind of freaking miracle on my clit. I grabbed tight onto the blankets, fisting them as I moaned. I’d never felt anything more exquisite.
Ethan raised his head for a brief moment, his voice a husky command as he said, “Come for me, lumina mea.”
I couldn’t hold back as I stared into his eyes and his tongue returned to my sweet bundle of nerves. His fingers thrust inside of me, and I undulated, shivering with an orgasm. I dropped my head back into the pillows and sighed, a big, stupid smile on my face. Ethan crawled up my body and nestled his head in the crook of my neck, pressing light kisses to my skin.
We’d had sex three times tonight, and I could already feel him hardening against me, eager for round four.
“You’re unbelievable,” I said, laughing, and he laughed, too, just as there was a knock on the bedroom door.
“Go away,” Ethan ordered.
A second later, Lucas called, “There’s someone downstairs to see you. I think you might want to take care of this now, Ethan.”
“La naiba,” he muttered grumpily as he climbed out of bed and pulled on a pair of jeans. I’d heard him say this phrase a few times. I thought it meant something like, damn it or fuck’s sake. Either way, it always gave me a tingle. There was just something about a man saying stuff in a sexy foreign language that was incredibly appealing, especially when you had no clue what he was saying. He could be uttering romantic declarations or talking absolute filth.
Ethan threw on a T-shirt and some shoes before opening the door. I pulled the blankets over my body so that Lucas didn’t cop an eyeful. He stood outside waiting and cocked his head inside as Ethan emerged, probably hoping to catch a glimpse of me in a state of undress.
Amanda arrived at the house a couple of hours ago, and I’d settled her into one of the spare rooms farthest away from Lucas’s room. I told her he was here, and she straightened her shoulders at the news, telling me she could handle him. I was proud of her at that moment.
“Tegan might want to come, too,” Lucas said to Ethan.
“Why?” both Ethan and I asked in unison.
“Because it has to do with your slayer friend,” Lucas explained.
“Finn?” I said, brow furrowed.
“Yes, he’s downstairs and only minutes away from being slaughtered by several of our people. He really knows how to kick up a ruckus, that one.”
My heart skipped a beat, and I shooed Lucas away so that I could get dressed. What, oh what, had Finn gotten himself into this time?
When I arrived downstairs fully clothed, I found Ethan and Lucas in the living room with another vampire I didn’t recognise. Finn was sitting on a chair with his hands tied behind his back. A bruise was emerging on his cheek and there was a bloodied bite mark on his neck. Shit.
I rushed to his side, kneeling on the floor by his chair. “Finn,” I breathed, my voice more air than sound. “Are you okay? You look like hell.”
“You should see the other fella,” he replied with a casual shrug.
Oh, Finn. Ever the comedian. I pulled him into my arms and hugged him tight, surprised by the amount of relief I felt at seeing him. I heard Ethan’s low growl from where he stood on the other side of the room, but I ignored it. Finn was my friend, and I was so incredibly happy to see him, so Ethan was just going to have to suffer through me hugging him.