Present Tense (Out of the Fire #3) - Candace Blevins Page 0,16
his veins were on fire. Seconds later, his dick was granite hard, his balls ached, and a groan escaped. His arms were still around the vampire, and he felt her growing warm from his blood.
She sucked and pulled, but drank slowly, taking her time. Enjoying him. He felt her slide into his mind, but she didn’t speak telepathically. Nor did she affect his thoughts.
And then his blood was on fire again, not just in his neck but all over his body. His balls drew up, tensed, and shot off like a rocket to the moon. He came inside her again, and she took another three long, hard pulls of his blood before she extracted her fangs and licked the wounds she’d made.
And Fabio could only lie on his back, more limp than overcooked spaghetti.
6
Collosa exited the shower and smelled the vampire closer than he expected. He walked through his bedroom, dripping water, and opened the door leading to the hallway.
“What are you doing on this level? Go back down and wait for us in the kitchen. Where the fuck is Fabio?”
She wasn’t supposed to be on this level. Fucking Fabio should’ve been with her when she left her quarters. They’d removed most of the unlocked weapons from the first floor, but that meant they were up here, sitting out. They didn’t need her to freak the fuck out when she found out how many guns were in the house.
“He was on the phone when I came out of the bathroom. He told me I could go to the first floor to wait for him.”
What. The. Fuck. She’d passed the first floor on her way to the second floor. She didn’t smell as if she were lying, nor did he scent guilt, so he didn’t think she’d come to this floor to snoop.
So why had she walked past the first floor when she’d been told to go there? If she was one of those geniuses at one thing who can’t deal with real life, this wasn’t going to work.
And he’d scared her — the scent of fear permeated the hallway. He tried his best to speak with a calm voice. “So why did you come to the second floor?”
Eunice stepped into the hallway in jeans and a t-shirt. “We may all speak English, but we aren’t speaking the same English. To her, it’s ground floor and then first floor.” He turned to Kelsey. “Here, the ground floor is the first floor, and this is the second floor. Go back down a flight. We’ll be down in a minute.”
Collosa looked from Eunice to Kelsey, and back. “Ya’ll are wearing the same t-shirt. Mordor Fun Run? If you’ve both done it, it must be a nighttime race?”
Kelsey laughed, and Eunice rolled his eyes. “It’s from Lord of the Rings, asshole. Frodo and Sam did it, not us.” Eunice looked at Kelsey. “You a Tolkien fan?”
When she nodded, he spoke in a language Collosa didn’t recognize, and it felt like a challenge. Without hesitation, Kelsey said something back in what sounded like the same language, and Eunice smiled. The motherfucker smiled. Collosa had only seen him smile when he hurt people. Never when he was happy.
And then they gave each other goofy looks Collosa had never seen come from Eunice, and wouldn’t have believed the fucker ever would.
“What language is that?” Collosa asked.
They both looked at him, blue eyes and hazel eyes, and said, “Elven,” as if in stereo.
Collosa had no words for them. He turned around and stalked back into his room to finish getting ready. Great. Now they had two sci-fi geeks in the house.
Eunice hadn’t intended to have much to do with the vampire. Just looking at her picture had told him she clearly wasn’t his type. He’d agreed to be disciplinarian to a new vampire as needed, but that was it.
And yet, here she was, flustered and embarrassed over being on the wrong floor, wearing a Tolkien shirt, telling him, “A star shines on the hour of our meeting,” in Elvish, when he’d told her, “I greet you.”
He hadn’t expected her to understand him, but she had, so what else could he say, except, “You are welcome here,” also in Elvish. And then it was time to move back to English, before they got too corny with it. “I’ll walk you back downstairs. We’ll have our little family meeting in the kitchen. I know you don’t eat, but the rest of us do. Where’s Fabio?”