Death Game: Supernatural Battle (Vampire Towers #3) - Kelly St. Clare Page 0,80

as he shoved into me, eliciting a fresh round of aftershocks for me. Half wild, I snatched for his wrist, desperate for his blood. My breath hitched, and a growl left my lips as my mate pulled his arm away, slowing the pace of his thrusts.

“Now,” I demanded, the order morphing to a breathless moan as he pulled me up to straddle him.

I gasped at the fullness of him inside me with the changed position, but wasted no time rocking against him in firm circles.

His eyes were green fire as he bit into his wrist. Cupping the back of my neck, Kyros hovered his dripping wound over my mouth, waiting as I swallowed each mouthful before feeding me more.

I swallowed more and more of his sweet blood, our gazes locked, bodies connected and moving in perfect, beautiful sync.

“I love you, Kyros Atagio,” I said hoarsely. Pressing one hand to his cheek, I rested my other palm over his heart.

Our heart.

Red fell freely from his eyes.

And fire slammed into me.

20

I crawled after the morsel, licking my lips.

Hungry.

“Fuck my life,” a woman said.

I liked her. Mostly. Not when she wouldn’t give me the food.

I blinked a few times at the sandwich on the floor. Something was funny about it. And ouch, my knees hurt.

Sitting back on my haunches, I studied the petite woman with new eyes.

“Tommy?” I asked.

Her eyes widened. “Holy shit, is it over? Am I talking with Basil or Coriander?”

I shivered as fire drained from my veins, leaving me cold. I recognised the feeling this time. The thrall.

And yep, I had my memories again.

“It’s Basil,” I rasped at her.

We were in my suite. It was intact—no painted walls, no moved furniture or décor pinecones.

I frowned at the sandwich, tracing the length of nylon tied around the baguette to the stick in Tommy’s hand. “What the hell? Are you leading me around the room with a sandwich on a string?”

She huffed and picked up the baguette. “I was trying to get you into the shower.”

My lips twitched.

“It was working,” she exploded. “You try looking after crazy you for three fucking days. I’m never having kids. Ever!”

Shit.

“That bad, huh?” I didn’t need her confirmation. It was. It definitely, definitely was.

Tommy winced. “Laurel said it was tame compared to some of your other thralls. You spent most of the time trying to escape to find Kyros. If I wasn’t babysitting you and if you hadn’t taken me hostage at one point, I’d almost be impressed. And you refused to take off that outfit, so the stink is real, girl.”

I peered down at my clothing.

“Fuck,” I ground out.

Fucking black leather! Head to toe in the stuff. Again. I groaned, running my hands through my knotted hair.

A small squeak escaped Tommy, and I dared her with my eyes to mention Jessica Alba.

“Jessica Alba,” she said immediately, snorting.

Ugh.

Forcing my disintegrated standards from my mind, I grimaced, recalling tying sheets together to rappel out my window. I faked sickness on the second day. Called the police a few times.

Crap. Thrall me was resourceful as hell.

“Sorry about the last three days,” I said. “Maybe I’ll take that shower.” And apologise to the leather gods.

Tommy stopped me. “Really, it wasn’t that bad. Kind of endearing in a way. And you should congratulate yourself for reaching the sixth exchange.”

I blanched, gazing at her. That’s right. Now she mentioned it, I was where I’d planned to be from the start.

Go me.

While in the throes of revenge, I’d imagined this moment would feel a hell of a lot better.

Forcing a smile, I strode into the bathroom, stopping short when I felt Kyros’s focus. The sensation of him within me was so strong. His feelings, his state, now held equal importance with my own. My mind was half preoccupied by him.

And—whoa, what the hell was that?

There was an inexplicable draw from behind me. I spun in a circle. The draw wasn’t to the shower, not to something in this room, or on the estate. The feeling was tugging me toward Grey, and my mouth rounded as I figured it out.

Oh my god.

I could feel where Kyros was.

The book didn’t say anything about this! Neither did Kyros. Or anyone. But as sure as I stood here breathing, I was sure that if I followed the tugging, I’d end up right by his side.

Where I belonged.

There was no place I’d rather be right now.

The thought of the distance between us sent waves of misery and longing through me. His company was guaranteed joy. Anything else