the bar, gulping down my third margarita as Nyx danced seductively to a heady beat. Acyn watched her with heat banked in his eyes, while Rhys argued with someone over the phone at the bar’s far end. Cole sat beside me, our legs touching to maintain contact, to counter the effects of my curse. He studied me as if he stared long enough, I’d cave and fall into his lap. Every few minutes, Rhys would go silent and turn to stare at Cole with a murderous expression. I just wished the alcohol would work quickly, and I could forget the sight of the Ben-Wa balls coming out of Laura’s eye sockets.
No matter how hard I lied to myself, I hated inflicting pain on people, even murderous monsters such as Laura. I much preferred to remain in the armory with the forge, creating weapons to wage the silent war against them. It might make me seem weak to these beings, but at least I didn’t suffer nightmares for days afterward.
“You keep looking like that, and I’m going to assume you need me to kiss those dark emotions away, Sunshine,” Cole said smoothly, pulling my attention toward where he sat.
His long fingers ran over the dew that dripped down the side of the glass from the condensation of ice and alcohol. The smile on his mouth twisted in my peripheral vision as he noted where my attention had gone. His finger slid through the wetness, moving toward his mouth, where his tongue flicked it erotically.
“Penny for your thoughts?” he asked, turning to face me as his eyes slid down my outfit. “I do miss women wearing dresses instead of pants. So much easier to lift them and taste their pretty petals. I bet you make the most delicious sounds when being devoured, Sunshine.”
“Does that work on women?” I asked carefully, somehow managing to keep my body from reacting to his seduction. Cole grabbed my hand before I could pull back, and the room faded away from us.
I was seated on the couch from earlier in the day, my legs spread over his thighs, but Rhys wasn’t there. Instead, Cole held me, slowly rubbing his thumb in a clumsy circle over my clit. His mouth kissed against my shoulder as he groaned hungrily.
“You were so wet for Rhys, where’s my cream, kitty? I want to lavish your pussy until you drip from my tongue. This pussy clenches for me, doesn’t it?” Cole asked huskily, pushing his fingertip against my opening. “Can I play with you too? I promise to share you with Rhys. You’re a greedy little bitch, and you’d enjoy all of us fucking you. I can sense your desires, your needs, Remington. You’re a hungry girl who needs feeding, and Rhys alone couldn’t sate you. Not without unleashing his demon, and he’s too afraid that he won’t be able to shove that gluttonous bastard back into the box once it comes out. I enjoy letting mine play, and he wants to fill this pretty flower full until you’re stretched around me, screaming my name as you come. Can I make you come, naughty girl?”
“Stop this,” I uttered huskily, closing my eyes and pushing away from Cole as the sound of glass shattering filled the bar. My hands released the shards of glass, and I stared at the blood coating my fingers.
“Fucking idiot,” Rhys snapped, grabbing my hands as he peered down at the damage. “Give me a clean towel, Payne.”
The bartender handed him a fresh white towel, which Rhys placed on the counter and set my hands on it. His fingers slowly ran over the sliced flesh, finding and pulling out the shards in silence. I winced as Rhys extracted the glass and then watched in trepidation as he nodded to the bartender, who smirked, sidling up to me as he leaned over the bar and licked my wounded flesh. The flash of his elongated fangs had me fighting Rhys’s hold on my wrist as the vampire healed the cuts to my fingers with his saliva.
“Stay the fuck out of her head unless she invites you in, brother,” Rhys warned Cole, his fingers slowly tracing over my wrist.
“She did invite me in, Rhys. If she hadn’t been interested in me, I couldn’t access her mind, now could I?” Cole taunted, the tick in his jaw matching Rhys’s as I sat between them.
“I’m starting to feel like a bone you dogs are fighting over,” I grumbled, lifting the new apple margarita to