Death Game: Supernatural Battle (Vampire Towers #3) - Kelly St. Clare Page 0,15
faces.
My lips curled too.
“There’s a problem,” I told them. “A big problem. One that could end the…” Game. “Battle. Not on my terms. Soon.”
“One of the groups is going to win?” Mr Hothen asked, straightening. “They’ve been locked evenly for so long.”
Yeah, I’d get to that part eventually. As much as I wanted to hide it, these were the people who could help me restore the clans to an even match. As soon as that happened, my guilt would be assuaged and I could continue playing Ingenium in relative peace.
The details would be tortuous to convey, but it was torture I longed for. Because then I wouldn’t feel so damn alone anymore.
I dragged an alphabet board toward me and fixed the rake-thin woman on my left with a grim smile. “I’ll need your help first, Lady Treena.”
I had one idea to pursue at this point.
Mr Ringly had lodged a development application for rezoning agriculture land to residential. There had to be some way to stall the project until I could sort things out. I needed to comb his application with a fine-tooth comb.
My grandmother’s best friend raised her champagne glass. Tipping the chute back, she didn’t drink a single drop. “Naturally, Basi dear.”
I woke more comfortable than I’d been in my life. A perfect warmth suffused me. Heaviness filled my limbs. A massive erection rested in my hand.
I froze.
What. The. Fuck!
Nearly giving myself whiplash, I twisted to discover Kyros behind me.
Kyros in my bed.
Kyros on the estate.
I blew out a breath as quietly as possible.
Shoot.
Okay, we’d agreed on him sleeping here. Well. I’d agreed so I could get off his territory.
When Fyrlia rolled, he would stay at the estate.
When Sundulus rolled, I’d sleep at the tower.
What he hadn’t agreed to was my fingers around his junk. Dying inwardly, I eased my hand away, wincing as his hips jerked at my touch.
I tucked Kyros Jr safely beneath the waistband of his black sweats and eased back down.
I stole a peek at the vampire.
“You can leave it there if you want,” he murmured, eyes closed.
“You! How long have you been awake for?” Slapping his chest, I climbed to my knees.
His lips curled.
Laughter choked in my throat as his amusement soared. I toppled back to the bed beside him, laughing my ass off.
“Oh my god. I’m so sorry,” I choked out, staring up at the canopy as my body shook. “I was asleep.”
Mortifying much?
He rolled to face me, eyes still closed. He draped an arm over my hip. “I arrived at 4:30 a.m., climbed into your bed, and fended you off twice before I fell asleep. You’re persistent.”
Heat flooded my cheeks. “Oops.”
How long did I hold his penis for? That seemed the most pertinent question.
“Not a complaint. I kissed you when I arrived. We’re even.”
Were we though? They seemed to be on different levels.
I cleared my throat. “I really hope I don’t do that again.”
I’d spend every night with Kyros for the foreseeable future, and my body had a secret agenda. When I agreed to his terms after driving off the damn cliff, it didn’t seem like such a big deal. That was before sleep Basi took matters into her own hands.
Literally.
“Time?” he muttered, toffee strands splayed over his cheek.
I needed an air conditioning unit installed in my uterus. Rolling over, I tapped my phone, squinting. “Eleven.”
Knowing Kyros would be here every second day, I’d rearranged my schedule to work from midday until eight at night. Really, it made sense to sleep in one chunk instead of breaking it into two shifts so I could work normal hours.
My stomach gurgled. “Breakfast time for me.”
He rubbed his face. “Us.”
I shot him a look, dragging my eyes over his biceps. “You sleep until one. I can just—”
“You can just have breakfast with me,” Kyros rasped, cracking open his eyes. Humming low, he drew me flush against his body.
His lips brushed against mine. “You look damn good in the morning, Basilia Le Spyre.”
Was it weird to be freaking out because Kyros was in my space? I had a vampire in my room. A really hot one. Which was ridiculous because this was the most normal location we’d spent time together. The current between us steadily climbed and an answering languidness spread through me. Doing my best to force the will of the bond to one corner of my mind, I tilted my head back and regarded him.
Kyros rested his head against the pillow and regarded me right back.