Page 110 of Imprisoned with the Vampire King

"God, you're good at that."

"I was taught by the best."

I laughed breathlessly before he retook my mouth, lining his cock up with my entrance before sliding home.

Maybe having a mate wasn't the worst thing that could happen to me.

Maybe I'd even like it, if it was Dante.

And since there was no way to go back... would enjoying it really be the worst thing in the world?

Exactly an hour and a half later, we walked into an extremely fancy restaurant.

We were only on time because of Dante. I didn't give a shit about Callum's timeline. But Dante was a schedule guy, so he'd made sure we left when we needed to.

I was wearing a simple, fitted black dress that Dante picked out when we were shopping the day before. It was comfortable, the cut worked with my wings, and it was "sexy as fuck," according to my mate. So I was forcing myself to get over my aversion to dresses.

Looking around at everyone we passed, I was actually glad that he'd made me buy nicer things. My overalls would've stood out in a negative way, and I'd rather not have everyone stare at me because of what I was wearing.

Then again, almost everyone looked at me anyway.

I guess that was the angelic magnetism thing.

I couldn't help but wonder if it was the reason I'd never had a hard time selling out of my pottery at farmer's markets. Most people doing what I did struggled to make enough money to survive on.

It was what it was.

We found Kat and Callum in a small, private room that was separated from the rest of the dining area. The space was quiet, and consisted only of a large, circular booth and enough space for a server or three to bring food in.

Along with the Frosts on the outer edge, River and Jazz were seated in the middle of the circular booth.

My grip on Dante's hand tightened immediately.

Sitting down with River and Callum was the last thing I wanted to do. Jazz and Kat, I was fine with.

"Is it too late to leave?" I asked Dante mentally.

"It is."

"Damn."

"I won't let them insult you."

Honestly? I believed him.

"Hey!" Kat smiled.

At least one person was happy to see me.

There were dark circles under River's eyes. I tried not to notice them as Dante and I sat down. He put himself between me, Jazz, and River, which left me across from Kat.

Thank fuck.

I managed a small smile for her sake.

A server came in as soon as we were seated. I didn't order an alcoholic beverage, even though I wanted to.

I was fairly confident this was the kind of conversation I would need to be sober for. There was no reason other than the prison that all six of us would need to meet.