Gypsy Truths (All The Pretty Monsters #6)- Kristy Cunning Page 0,67

to see your fucking monster,” he says, surprising me so much that I’m the one left zigging to someone’s zag.

He crosses his arms over his chest and gives me a firm nod.

“Right now. Let’s see it.”

“Are you kidding? She just came out of the Portocale curse, and you think provoking her and going on the offense is the best idea? Interesting strategy, vampire,” Damien muses, glancing over at Arion.

Arion bristles, and I…get more confused.

“Emit’s just going to wait to see how we both fuck it up, and then he’s going to slide in there like the sneaky asshole he is,” Damien carries on, eyeing Emit in suspicion.

“Are you fucking serious right now, Damien?” Emit asks him.

“She’s my Flame. I’m going to be twice as competitive with her mate. Simple math, mutt. I’m not letting you play your game anymore. You get to fuck up before me, so you handle this,” Damien tells him, gesturing toward me like I’m the ‘this’ that needs handled.

I have no idea what’s going on, and I ask again for the date.

They’re too busy arguing about who pushes my buttons next, something I’ve noticed they do more when they’re stressed or frustrated.

“You’ve only been out for an hour. Chill, freak show. It’s the same day,” Anna says from across the room, before she disappears.

One hour?

Same day?

It felt a whole lot longer than that.

Vance jerks upright so suddenly that I narrowly dodge a massive headbutt.

“Did you just see how fast she moved?” Arion asks the room, very likely pointing an accusatory finger at me.

Vance’s breaths come out quick and sharp, as his eyes dart around the room, brow furrowing in confusion for the briefest moment.

“It worked,” I whisper in slight shock now that his alertness registers in my head.

“It worked,” Damien echoes in a hollow tone.

When I glance over, his eyes are studying me; the way he studied me when he thought I was Idun, only a little different.

A hand smooths up my cheek, fingers slipping into my hair and firmly gripping, and then my head is turned and my lips are pressed against Vance’s.

Firm and demanding, he deepens the kiss, and I forget what is even going on, as my body aches with remembered agony from all the robbed orgasms during the dream.

My arms go around his neck, and he flips us so fast it’s almost dizzying when he comes down on top of me, roughly settling between my legs. His hips roll, and the kiss gets more heated, as my brain damn near short circuits.

The side of my underwear suddenly goes slack, and I feel the tiniest kiss of metal. A breath hisses out of me when I realize he’s just sliced my underwear off with a thin knife, and he’s done it quickly, barely letting me feel the process on either side.

I feel his smirk against my lips as he strips the rest of it away, lips greedily taking all he wants from me.

“So, she does this really impossible thing, and you’re just going to fuck her without a single question, Van Helsing?” Arion asks in a dry tone. “Can’t we have just one inquisition?”

Vance kisses me harder, hiking my leg up on his hip, as he reaches between us to shove his underwear down.

I think I whimper when I feel the heat of something hard and blunt grazing my inner thigh in the most teasing way possible.

Definitely back to all those lost sensations, only now, it’s worse.

“The room just dropped five degrees, and that wasn’t me,” Arion notes. “Violet, am I pissing you off? Are you attempting to posture against me?”

“Are you seriously suggesting she’s an alpha like us instead of the Simpletons?” Damien asks, as Vance curses under his breath, breaking the kiss, and denying me what I want the most right now.

He leans over, apparently trying to find something, as Arion answers Damien.

“Perhaps a unique blend. It’s not preposterous. The rules with her are different, therefore we need to stop referring to them and only pay attention to the ones relevant to her—”

Everyone stops talking all at once, which is awesome, but also confusing, so I glance over, just as Vance goes still and stares with me.

He drops something and completely covers me with his body, almost as though he’s shielding me from Edmond’s eyes, which is sooooooo fucking creepy. This is my mother’s family!

Edmond, however, isn’t looking at me. His attention is on Emit, Damien, and Arion, who are all mostly blocking him from my sight.

“You guard her so well,