Page 109 of Sight of Fate

Remembering the heady taste of her, my body swells and presses against her tight channel as I find the spot I’ve been fantasizing about every damn night and sink my teeth into her neck, tumbling both of us over the edge.

“Andros!” she cries, her body arching against mine as the serum in my fangs sets off her climax, then prolongs it, carrying her along in a euphoric tide.

It doesn’t take much for me to follow, and spilling inside my mate as I drink her blood sends a surge of possessiveness through me. I suddenly hate knowing she was turned on today with others in the room, smelling her need.

Closing the punctures with a swipe of my tongue, I grip her chin. “Next time you’re turned on at work, you’re going to leave the meeting and wait for me in my office. Understood?”

Her eyes widen, and she nods. “Why did you keep the sketch?”

I pull out, ignoring the way her body clings to mine, then release her wrists and rub them to get the circulation flowing. “I like the way you see me.”

“How do⁠—”

Tell Andros to answer his damn phone.

Her eyes widen. “Macklin’s trying to reach you.”

I pull up my pants and pat my pockets, but nothing’s there. Turning in a circle, I spot my phone on the floor, along with my glove. “What’s up?”

“Someone deliberately turned off the electricity,” he growls. “But I can’t figure out how. Sound the alarm. I’m on my way.”

“Merde,” I spit, zipping up my pants and pulling my glove on.

“What’s going on?” Charli asks, sweeping her hands across the floor.

“What are you looking for?”

“My panties,” she returns in an irritated voice.

I grab them and stuff them in my pocket. “I might have ripped them off.”

She heaves a sigh and digs into her messenger bag, pulling out another pair. “What’s happening?” Slipping them on, she straightens her dress, then taps my chest when I don’t answer. “Andros, focus.”

“Macklin didn’t trip the electricity.”

Turning around, I press my fingers into the seam of the elevator doors and manually shove them open. Thankfully, we’re only halfway below the second floor. “Leave your stuff. I’m going to toss you through first, but I’ll be right behind you.” I open the doors above us and listen for any sound of movement.

Motioning for her to stand in front of me, I grip her waist and place my lips on her ear. “Don’t talk once we’re out of the elevator.” I lift her until her head is through, then give her a toss.

Diving through behind her, I lace my fingers with hers and tug her into the stairwell, then sweep her off her feet. Shifting into vampiric speed, I fly up the stairs until we get to the door that leads out to the roof.

When the electricity is down, the door can only be opened with a key, which only four people have—me, Teague, Susan, and Macklin. Inserting it, I quietly open the door and peer out, hearing nothing but the usual night sounds. I pull Charli through and close the door.

Walking over to the metal shed, I slide it open and insert the crank. “Cover your ears.” When she clamps her hands over them, I brace myself and let it rip, turning the handle again and again, sending the siren out over the city. At one minute exactly, I stop and scan the area around the building.

There’s no movement. Anywhere. A soft click has me placing myself between Charli and the door. Macklin walks out, breathing a sigh of relief when he sees us, then sweeps Charli into his arms.

“There’s nobody out there. Are you sure you didn’t trip anything?”

He scowls. “Positive. It appears to be working, but as you can see, we don’t have any electricity.”

“Only two races have the power to disrupt the electricity,” I remark, not liking either option.

“A witch or an Elemental,” Macklin concludes. “Nobody has crossed the perimeter who isn’t already keyed into the system, so that narrows our list of suspects.”

“Actually, that’s not true,” I state slowly, grabbing my phone.

Ames answers on the first ring. “Are we under attack?”