Gypsy Truths (All The Pretty Monsters #6)- Kristy Cunning Page 0,100

barely decent dress in front of your parents! In front of all your parents! I can feel an actual draft in an area no one wants to be drafty, while in the company of four sets of boyfriends’ parents!”

I scratch my head. “Why on earth do our parents play any part in this? My father still runs brothels. You’re almost considered frumpy my family’s eyes. Also, why the hell does it matter? It’s not as though I’ll be introducing you. I simply want to show you off,” I tell her, pressing her closer to the wall.

She keeps that infuriated glare trained on me, even as she lets me press closer.

“Today is Arion’s day,” Emit reminds me on his way by.

“Arion’s yet to win a round of anything. He can have her back when he earns it,” I say absently, dipping my head until my lips press to Violet’s.

She keeps them pressed in a thin line, refusing to kiss me back, as my hand slides down to her ass. When I teasingly run my tongue across the seam of her lips, she trembles against me, opening up.

I groan into her mouth when she melts against me almost too easily. She really does love me. Even more now that she’s been claimed. It’s too obvious not to notice.

My grin forms at the thought, and her greedy little hands run up my chest, moving under my shirt. She certainly loves to touch.

“Twenty minutes, Violet. Let me steal you away for twenty minutes. I’ll make it feel like two hours,” I promise her against her lips, lifting her leg until it’s wound around my waist.

She smiles against my lips, her arms tightening around my neck, as her daring little mouth gets greedier.

I take that as a yes, and I lift her to start carrying her to my tent, when there’s suddenly a hand on my shoulder. I’m ripped backwards so violently that I lose my hold on Violet. By the swift motions and the graze of cold skin, I know what’s happening before my eyes even find the vampire.

When I spot him, he’s holding Violet around the waist with her back pressed to his front. She looks a little flustered, and her hair is definitely messed up.

“Put her back in her costume, and stow your mojo, Morpheous. Today is my day,” the vampire says, narrowing his eyes at me.

After giving him a cheeky grin, I waggle my eyebrows at Violet, who points a very angry finger at me.

“That’s cheating. You can’t use that on me when I’m mad at you. You especially can’t do it just to get your way. We need boundaries,” she says so seriously that it’s adorable.

Arion starts kissing down the side of her neck, and I grin. “Still want that hideous, shapeless garb back on that body?” I ask, confident he’s had a change of heart.

“If you don’t give me back my costume, I will think about anything un-sexy the next time we have sex, just so that I don’t enjoy it,” she threatens.

“As if you’d have any control over that, Violet,” I dutifully inform her, loving the fiery anger that fills her gaze. “One touch, and you’re under my spell that damn easily.”

Her body betrays her with a visible tremble, and she clears her throat a few times, as her chest and cheeks heat.

“Or one thought,” I carry on, forcing a few of my favorite memories into her mind.

She reaches back and clenches Arion’s thigh, a little moan escaping her.

“Twenty minutes with the vampire and me,” I state in compromise, smirking at the vampire, who’s own lips curve up at one corner.

He’s easy enough to sway.

“I have thirty minutes before I have to be on the field,” Arion says, as he lifts Violet from the ground.

“Perfect. That means we have twenty-nine minutes instead of twenty,” I decide, as Arion steals Violet’s lips in a kiss so intense that the heady taste of lust almost pulls me in.

Her legs are around his waist, and her arms around his neck, as I step in behind her and start kissing a trail down her neck.

“Say yes, Violet,” Arion murmurs against her lips, his claws extending and pressing into her leg.

“We only have twenty-eight minutes now,” she says in response, which has me grinning against her neck.

The vampire blurs away in the next instant, and I crack my neck before I give chase. This day doesn’t suck nearly as badly as I thought it would.

Chapter 31

VIOLET

My breath catches in my throat, and my