Gypsy Truths (All The Pretty Monsters #6)- Kristy Cunning Page 0,213

really did just lose his bloody monster on me!

Vance spins, wearing nothing but a sheet around his waist, and narrowly makes it in time to punch Arion to the ground, which fortunately comes before the psychotic vampire manages to take my head off.

“You fucking dumbass,” Emit mumbles, glancing at me like I’m the dumbass in question.

“He just unleashed his monster on me, and you’re calling me the dumbass. Vance, you better take him down. I’ve not fed enough for a fight with him,” I quickly tell the Van Helsing, who is still being a sheet warrior.

He tackles Arion to the ground, and they wrestle, as the vampire snaps and tries to claw at him.

“Fucking teenage boys,” I hear Violet muttering, as she shuffles from the bed.

The chains slam the ground around her, causing everyone else to look her way. Even Arion’s eyes immediately dim back to black. She quickly drags a blanket off the chair to cover herself, and glares at all of us.

“You know, on the outside, a sexy, naked vampire wrestling with a sexy Van Helsing who is only wearing a sheet, this would seem like a hot show to watch,” Violet states very tightly, giving us all an angry look I find very attractive.

Arion’s lips curve in a grin, but she pointedly ignores him.

She lifts her arm, and the chain clangs, as she gives us a reminder she’s still bound. Between the black chain and the red blanket she’s wearing, I’m a desperate man. And I’m the only one with power over her.

Surely no one can fault me for fighting dirty.

“Stop smiling,” Violet says, pointing a finger at me. “You’ve been toying with me all night like it’s your new mission to flex your muscle as often as possible. Do you really think my monster is going to claim you?”

My smile falls very quickly.

Am I actually in trouble?

She’s not just playing?

Vance pushes off from Arion, and the vampire blurs to his feet. He drops a pillow in his lap, as he takes a seat. Emit, of course, lets it all hang out.

I’m still in my trousers, since Violet’s not let me do much of anything.

“When a girl gets chained up in her room by her four really hot, mostly naked, dangerous, bad-boy boyfriends on her latest impromptu wedding day, and three of them are demanding to be claimed by her, she expects a lot really hot sex, some really endearing romantic memories, and maybe some candlelight.”

She tries to wrap the blanket around her better, securing it, as the chains rattle with her every movement.

Arion is grinning once more. I don’t think he realizes she’s actually pissed.

“This is supposed to be a celebration, and instead, it’s a competition to get claimed. Which, by the way, is apparently way more intimate to me than all of you,” she rants, getting very passionate now, as she narrows her eyes.

I do love this woman.

“Instead, a Morpheous is being a douche, a vampire is turning monster, a Van Helsing is having to play moderator, and a wolf is observing and patiently waiting on all of you to piss me off so he can catch me when I’m vulnerable,” she states very confidently. “How is this supposed to be sexy?”

I shoot a pointed look to Emit, who’s battling a grin. “She’s onto you now,” I tell him dryly.

She really does underestimate how fucking very not human we all are at this point in our long lives. It’s going to be a lot of fun showing her how very different we truly are.

Chapter 59

VIOLET

“My bride says she wants more romance,” Arion says, waggling his eyebrows, relaxing in the chair he’s in, while wearing nothing but a pillow over his lap.

“Got a live one! The vampire’s pillow is wiggling. I think he’s turned on, captain!” Anna says.

I’m not dealing with Anna right now, so I spin, grab the salt from the bowl on the table, and toss it at Anna. She vanishes instantly, and I look back over.

I admit I make a pointed effort to not look in the direction of the grinning vampire.

“The bride says she wants a lot of hot sex,” Emit adds, sounding almost excited by the prospect.

He moves so fast that I suck in a breath of surprise, because…usually he doesn’t do that to me.

He’s behind me very abruptly, and his nose is running along my throat. I’m not sure why I tremble or forget that I’m really angry.

They make me look wishy-washy because of how weak I am for all