Page 25 of Imprisoned with the Vampire King

He didn't word it like a question.

I didn't think it was one.

If I refused, he was going to rain hell down on me. By the look of that aura, unlike me, he could actually manage it.

"I'll be there," I agreed.

Dante's grip tightened on my waist.

"I'm going back to Inferno's cell with him after dinner," I added.

"Spend the night wherever you want." Seeming satisfied, Rearper strode down the hallway, passing Dante with a middle-finger salute. "Enjoy your evening, folks."

He was gone faster than I expected.

Dante sounded pissed when he spoke up a minute later. "You shouldn't have agreed to that."

"What was the alternative? Letting them steal me away? You can't take him in a fight right now, demon or not." Demons were known for physical fighting, MMA style, but Dante was barely managing to stay upright because of his bloodthirst.

"I'd be fine."

"Reaper is half fae. You're powerful, but starving. You wouldn't be fine. Now, bite me before the magic kicks in and forces us into the nearest cell all night."

He growled, but his lips brushed my throat. His fangs were in my neck a moment later, and my body warmed in response.

The alarm went off, and my magic took hold of him before he got more than a mouthful of my blood down.

I grabbed Dante, hanging on tightly as my power forced him down the hall and into the same tiny room we had shared a few days earlier. We were on laundry duty, so I knew that at least had been cleaned.

Shiv and Jazz were keeping an eye on our cell, so I really fucking hoped my pottery was safe. We were going to have a serious issue if it wasn't, but it would've seemed suspicious if I hauled it everywhere with me.

The door to our cell closed and locked behind us.

Dante sank to the mattress, pulling me closer and breathing in deeply, with his nose to my hair.

"I'm sure my hair probably reeks," I said against his chest.

"It doesn't."

He was lying to me, but he was doing it to be polite. I couldn't exactly complain about that.

"You mind if I let my wings out?" I asked. "My back is killing me."

"Go for it."

I slid my arms out of the sleeves of my jumpsuit, peeling it down to my waist before easing my wings free. Wincing at the soreness in my muscles, I stretched them slowly.

When stretching didn't help, I attempted to reach behind me to massage the muscles.

Dante knocked my hand away and pressed his fingers right where I needed them.

The groan that escaped me was almost sexual. "Oh god, yes. Harder."

His lips twitched. "You sure you can take it?"

"Please."

He pushed harder.