Death Game: Supernatural Battle (Vampire Towers #3) - Kelly St. Clare Page 0,104
torrent of his thoughts. I hope he never learned to control them because his mind was the most wondrous thing I’d ever beheld.
My queen. In a rabbit onesie.
Peering down, I frowned at the outfit.
Shit. Where’s the short dress when I need it?
“You don’t need anything,” he murmured in my ear, sending a violent shiver through me.
I wrapped my arms around my waist. “I’ve been cold. Tommy dressed me…”
He reached back and flipped the rabbit ears hood up. “Perfect.”
If he thought so, I wouldn’t correct him.
Kyros tilted my chin. “Laurel, Vladymir, stop me if this goes too far.”
He kissed me then. Tears, wet lashes, red face, and all, he kissed me and the world righted. We sank into each other, and determining where he started and I ended was an impossible task. One shared feeling and one shared thought existed in the warm space we could remain lost in for eternity.
The sensation transcended the physical.
I was inside Kyros and he was inside me.
With the steady pressure he exerted, I knew he’d protect me to his dying breath. Nowhere was safer than in his arms. He pressed his tongue between my lips, and I sighed, opening for him as I reciprocated. Panting, Kyros cut off the kiss, turning his head aside.
I’d climbed back up his body. In a haze, I threaded my fingers through his toffee strands and used the other to draw his face back to mine.
“We don’t turn from each other,” I told him in a dreamy voice.
This close, I could see the deep bruising circling beneath his eyes. His usual golden hue had waned. He didn’t appear to have lost weight or muscle, but a weight hung around his neck.
I brushed a thumb over his bottom lip. “You’re tired.”
“As are you,” he said. “But it will be better now.”
Is Ingenium over? I asked.
Kyros’s mouth curved. “My father executed Mikael yesterday morning. The surviving Fyrlia royals formally admitted defeat. As expected, the decision to draw out the game until the bitter end came from Mikael. My father still honoured your terms despite Mikael never apologising to his family as you requested.”
Saw that coming from a mile away. Actually, I had to step up my hyperboles with my vampire senses. Saw that coming from one hundred miles away.
Kyros’s mouth bobbed as he listened in on my thoughts. He blinked a few times before continuing. “I spent the day with Trenit and Tynan and executed them late last night once they were broken.”
Whoa. I knew what my mate was capable of, but his enjoyment of the task demonstrated a bloodthirstiness I’d have to acclimatise to. The two times I’d killed made me feel sick.
He’d spoken loudly, but I turned to check Tommy had heard.
Her eyes were shining—whether from our Notebook moment or the news of Kyros’s torture session, I had no idea.
“Thank you,” she said to Kyros. “I still dislike you, but a little less.”
I nearly grinned at that. Until I saw Fernando wrap an arm around her waist.
When the fuck did that happen?
Marcus approached on the other side, taking her hand, and my jaw dropped open.
Holy shit. Tommy has a fucking harem!
Kyros’s shoulders were shaking. “What are you going to do about that?”
Marcus would be put on best-friend trial to see if he was worthy. Fernando could get the hell off my friend. He wasn’t anywhere good enough—fucking traitor.
My mate stilled, lifting his head to peruse Fernando. He was the spy?
Oops. Guess that’s out of the bag. I wondered if you already knew about him, actually.
Your relationship with the Indebted was growing. I decided to leave the matter to you, he surprised me by responding.
“Well, don’t beat him up now, please,” I murmured against his mouth.
A growl rumbled in Kyros’s chest, the snarl about to whip out in challenge.
Later, mate. Another day. Next week or next year. Once you’ve satisfied me. I nipped at his bottom lip.
He tore his glare from Fernando. “We don’t have time anyway.”
I tensed. “What does that mean?”
“It means that my father and family are expecting us.” He glanced at me uncertainly after.
The idea wasn’t abhorrent to me. I’d missed all of them too.
Well, most of them.
I nuzzled into his chest. “As long as we have contact at all times, I can put up with that.”
I’ll never let you go, my beauty. Never again.
My mood lightened when I realised Kyros was driving us to his Lyall Bay property. Pulling into the garage, he proceeded to drag me onto his lap.