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“We have eternity, sexy vixen,” Knox teases. “Sawyer can take however the fuck long he wants with you.”
“I know. It’s just...” I lick my lips and turn to Sawyer. “Can you do that thing like you did the other night? I can’t stop thinking about...” Mr. Pala’s name refuses to leave my tongue.
Nodding, Sawyer cups my cheeks and leans in. His eyes turn solid silver and his melodious voice hums in my ears. My body slackens and electricity zings through me. I’m not scared and panicking like at The Pala. I feel relief flood through me and then it’s like the pain and anxiety, the fear over what happened, numbs until it feels as if the memory isn’t my own but something I witnessed.
I release a breath as Sawyer breaks my gaze, and he gathers me in his arms and hugs me for a moment. Knox still holds my hand, kissing my knuckles like he can’t resist giving me the affection he thinks I need after Sawyer tinkers with my mind.
Silence fills the room, and Sawyer sets me on my feet. “Better?” he asks, playing with my hair.
I nod, savoring the lingering energy he aroused in me. “You can go fuck up that asshole now. I’m sure he deserves it.”
Tate laughs and claps her hands, locking her fingers to the vampire’s hair. “You hear that, you donor thief? She wants to see us fuck you up.” Pulling a knife hidden in the thick sole of her boot, she points it at the vampire’s cock. “Should I add another dick to my collection?”
I shrug. “Maybe. Is the donor okay?”
“Please!” the vampire shouts, the sharp point of Tate’s knife getting him to react with more than just flashing his fangs and growling. “It wasn’t my idea. It was just a job. You have to understand. I’m fucking starving out there. You would’ve done the same damn thing.”
“Who hired you?” Sawyer asks, touching Tate’s shoulder to get her to back up. “I need a name.”
“I—I don’t know. Something Vada. Harry? Henry? Fuck. Maybe none of those. Please. I just accepted the free credit at the donation center at the Ingo.” The vampire’s teeth clench as he stares at Sawyer’s blade.
“Vada? There is no fucking asshole coven on the Strip by that name,” Sawyer snaps, sinking the blade into the guy’s leg.
“Evada,” I whisper, recognizing the name. “Henderson Evada. I met him a month ago with Alexander.” I should be afraid not to use Alexander’s title here, but a part of me wants to pretend that he doesn’t have power or control over me any longer.
“Yeah, that’s the guy. He’s come from out of the area or some bullshit and needs some donors.” The guy’s fangs peek from beneath his lip. “All unregistered vampire assets are fair game.”
Growling, Sawyer swings his fist and punches the vampire hard in the chest, using his strength to shatter the man’s sternum. Blood swells from the wound, and the guy hollers and shrieks, his voice stinging my ears.
“Our donors are off-limits!” Sawyer shouts, squeezing the guy’s heart. “There are fucking consequences for what you’ve done, and you’re going to make a point.”
“Wait! Wait!” The vampire bucks and tries to break the restraints.
Sawyer ignores him and looks at Walcott. “Grab the ink. We need to send a message.” Turning to Monroe, he adds, “Take his fangs.”
“You asshole! Your fucking wannabe coven isn’t going to get away with this!” the vampire shouts.
Sawyer laughs in amusement. “Govan, take his hands too.”
“What about me, Sawyer? Let me cut a fucking dick,” Tate asks, her voice syrupy sweet as she bats her eyelashes. “I’ll finally have a dozen for my bouquet.”
Nodding, Sawyer says, “Make it hurt.”
I startle at the high-pitched wail as Govan wastes no time hacking the guy’s right hand off. Knox spins me away and pulls me to him, noticing my reaction.
“Take her to my suite, Knox. I need to talk to her, okay? Grab her something to eat, and I’ll be there in a bit.” Sawyer turns back to the gruesome scene unfolding before us. “Mark him over his forehead. Nice and big.” He motions to Walcott with a bowl of strange blue liquid.
Knox guides my face to him. “Come on. You’ve seen enough shit.”
But this time, I don’t want to forget it.
***
“I can’t believe that’s what the Aris Hotel looks like from here,” I say, smooshing my nose to the glass. “And the Bella’s fountain. The view from here is way better than the one from my room.”
Knox presses his chest into my back, linking his fingers through mine and pinning my palms to the window. The coolness of his breath tickles the skin below my ear, and I shiver at the sensation of his mouth so close to my throat. Even if I wanted to move, I couldn’t, but I enjoy his closeness and how his body rests flush against mine.
“You sound like you’ve never been on this side of the Strip,” he says, sneaking a kiss to my neck. It awakens the memory of our first real moment together and how much he enjoyed me sucking his dick. I wonder if he thinks about it now like I do.
