leave me wanting more of her?
I yank the video pin from my shirt. I have the evidence in my hands to expose this world to all of humanity. To expose her. To have her hunted.
The thought of any pain coming to Sanai makes my gut sicken. The thought of anyone seeing her body exposed makes me rage.
I drop the pin. It clatters to the floor of the car. I give it my heel, twisting the circuitry for good measure.
I pull out my phone and call up the app. My finger hovers over the delete key for the stream. My thumb feels heavy as I press it. Somehow, instead of the delete key, I manage to hit play.
Sanai’s face comes into view. Her smile is appraising as she comes closer to the camera. Her gaze dips up and down, her brows lifting as though they like what she sees.
“You work for Frangelico?” Those are my words, the first I said to her.
“No,” comes that sultry voice that makes my skin tingle. “I work for no man.”
I’m sitting in the middle of the street, out in the middle of wine country. Instead of putting my car in park, my foot stays on the brake. My thumb stays away from the delete button as I watch the entire scene between me and Sanai play out.
“You’re not what I expected,” she says.
I can only see her face in the video—fitting, as she came up to my chest. Her gaze constantly roams up and down my body. A few times, she licks those lush lips. But as hard as I stare at her, I don’t see carnivorous hunger. Only carnal.
She said I wasn’t what she expected. She was not what I expected. I had gone into that club to take the supernatural world down. In truth, Sanai brought me to my knees with just a smile.
I was on my knees at this point in the video. The only view I got was of the floor. But I hear her cries of pleasure as my tongue worked to master her. I catch sight of her foot tethered to the post of the massage table. The sight of the twine crisscrossing her trim ankles makes my dick pulse.
“I’ll be good,” she says. “I’ll hold still.”
That’s what I truly wanted, for her to hold still while I tasted every inch of her skin. For her to behave as I fucked her senseless. For her to be bound to me for the rest of our lives.
And then I hear myself calling her a monster.
The camera catches her face as her regal features fall. Her lip trembles before it stiffens. Her throat works before that elegant column lengthens. And then she is gone.
She didn’t attack me. She didn’t walk away from me. I’d left her. And I have no idea how to find her again.
I lift my foot from the brake. The car rolls forward. With a tap of the gas pedal, I am back in motion.
My car stops in front of the Serrano vineyard. I had been heading home, but I feel the need to be around family.
The door at the front of the Serrano manse isn’t locked. Why would it be? The males inside would scent any danger as it came into the gate. They could rip out the throat of any threat.
When I walk inside, I find both men with their arms wrapped around my sisters. Cari is curled in Hadrian’s lap, her head resting on his heart. Marechal sits next to Gaius, her head leaning against his shoulder.
On the television is the old black and white family sitcom, The Munsters: the show where Frankenstein’s monster and his vampire bride live in a suburbia that struggles to accept them.
“Arnie, you came.”
“Ouch,” I grunt as I’m nearly crushed when Cari embraces me.
“Careful, Carignan,” warns Hadrian. “Unless you want to break your brother.”
“Sorry, Arnie,” Cari says as she pulls away. “I don’t know my own strength.”
My baby sister smiles at me. It’s the same goofy grin she wore as a child. She looks the same, except instead of a gap-toothed grin, she has fangs.
I wait for the fear to arise. It doesn’t come. Only the fraternal love I’ve had for my sister since I watched her take her first steps.
I pull Cari back to me. This time it’s Cari who protests as I hug her tightly.
“You okay?” asks Marechal, rubbing me on the shoulder. “Rough day at work?”
“Yeah,” I say, as I reach out to include her in the