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“Huh,” I muttered into the kiss and Scott pulled back.
“Huh what?” he laughed, his arms back around my neck.
“I think my mother is a vampire hunter,” I said before I had time to organize my thoughts.
“High Priestess Arrakia is a vampire hunter?” he arched a brow and that made me want to kiss it.
“Well, maybe. She’s supposedly my mother. If my flash of memory serves correctly, apparently she has high standards for Alphas.”
“She is an Alpha and a leader. That sorta makes sense,” Scott nodded, playing with my five o’clock shadow. “What about this,” he paused to point between us, “made you think of her?”
“You smell so good. Your blood calls to me. It sings out to me. It makes me want to do things – somewhere between tasting it and ripping your clothes off, and it just made me think of her, I guess. At least it made me think of her rules or guidance or whatever.”
“Oh, that. Yeah. I’m supposed to eat you and not the other way around,” Scott said, laughing and rolling his eyes. “Believe me. If the magic I do has taught me anything, it’s that I can withstand a little blood loss. Don’t trick yourself into thinking I’m fragile, because I’m not, Terrick. I’m asboultely-fucking-not.”
He kissed me again, hard this time. One of his fangs scraped against my bottom lip. I moaned into the kiss, grinding up hard against the firm round globes of his ass.
“But,” he said in between kisses, “if you’re hungry,” his tongue swept around my mouth again, “we can make,” another kiss, “some bloodshakes. They left us plenty in the fridge.”
“We probably should. Maybe I’ll drink it off you.”
“That sounds cold,” he laughed and stole another kiss.
“I’ll warm you back up,” I whispered.
Chapter Fifteen
Scott
I slid off Terrick’s lap and instantly missed his warmth and his big, thick dick pressing against me. Still, vampire-to-vampire intimacy could get bloody fast. It was best we were both well-fed before things really heated up. I touched my face and the back of my neck, checking for signs of heat. Not yet. That was a good thing. Usually, the pull of the true-mate response magic gave you a few days to get to the point, but it wasn’t the only magic at play. Something, not quite as big or old, was working on us too. Whatever magic Frost cast was sealing the hound inside of Terrick. Every time I got another whiff of him, he smelled more and more like the pit hound as if they were merging right under my nose.
I started toward the freezer, but Terrick cheated and used his extra boost of Alpha speed to beat me there.
“I’ll cook for you,” he said, pointing at a chair.
“Nope,” I said and hopped up on the table instead.
“Easier to eat off a plate who puts himself on the table,” he teased as his eyes raked over my naked torso. “And,” he opened the freezer, “what a beautiful plate you are.”
“I’m adding that to my bio online. I’m a plate now.”
“Only for me,” he said, his voice going deeper as he pulled a couple of the mixes for the bloodshakes out of the freezer.
“Probably,” I teased him.
“You best be talking about puppies,” he said, his voice full of a growl he didn’t seem willing to let out.
“Quit reading my mind,” I laughed and stretched out on the table.
Thankfully, there wasn’t a frilly centerpiece to get in the way. As I watched the muscles in Terrick’s bare back move as he flitted around the kitchen grabbing stuff before starting up the blender, I wondered how many centerpieces were broken in these houses meant for romping.
I ran my hands over my chest and stomach as the blender roared to life rattling up everything inside me. I played at the peak of one hard nipple sending tiny jolts of longing straight between my legs. The smell of the blueberry bloodshakes filled the house but did little to hide Terrick’s scent. He was everywhere already, the only scent my brain would home in on. I breathed him in again and again until he was the only one on my mind. Right now he was the only one who mattered. I had to save him. I had to find a way to keep him here with me. This magic tugging at my navel would be my undoing too if I didn’t. I meant it when I said I’d follow him anywhere – even straight through the doors of life and death.
I shook away the thought. I was a Hemlock-Knight. We did not give up that easily. We did not bow down to fate. If we did that my siblings and I might not even be here.
“What are you thinking about so hard?” Terrick asked when he turned the blender off.
“You,” I said, narrowing my gaze to his.
