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Roarke impishly licked the tip clean before leaning back. "She's right, you know," he said. "You really do have a hell of a lot more vitality than anyone else. Fuck, but I feel like I could go all night."
Thane just laughed, the sound weary and pleased. "Yeah, but you sucked me dry. Fuck. Ok, I didn't hate it."
"Sounds like I should get the shit kicked out of me more often," Roarke teased. "Now pull your pants up, Thane. Cain's here." He ran his palm over Thane's thigh in a casual caress. "And I won't even kiss you."
"Again," Thane added. "And your pants are still half open."
"That mess earlier doesn't count as a kiss," Roarke countered. "I sucked on your lip." But he leaned back to get his own clothes situated. "And it's probably the wrong time to say it, but thank you. For the vitality, the trust, and coming to save me." With his jeans secure, Roarke reached for the door handle, but paused before opening it. "You know I was alone before I came here, right? No partners. No lovers. Just me, doing my best to act like a normal guy."
"No, I didn't," Thane admitted.
"Yeah," Roarke said. "I also had no friends. Now I do, and I'm really hoping I didn't just lose my closest one."
"No," Thane promised. "Promise I wouldn't let anyone but a hot girl or a good friend play with my ass." Then he shrugged mischievously. "I'll stick my dick in just about anything, though."
"Good to know," Roarke said before getting out of the truck. "Very good to know."
ChapterThirty-Three
DAHLIA
Dahlia could see the shadows of the men in the backseat of Thane's truck. Smiling to herself, she tried to focus on disposing of this body, but she kept wanting to go back and look a little more. Roarke had clearly been in the middle of something with this guy, which meant he fed on men by choice. Thane had plenty of vitality to spare. That meant the natural way to handle this was obvious, but she was dying to know if Thane would be ok with that or insist that Roarke bite him.
Which meant they needed privacy to figure it out, and she needed to make a plan for this corpse. The number of bodies in this neighborhood was a problem. The wounds on the body were clearly not from a human. That meant they needed to make sure that this poor guy was never found. Well, the pond only a few feet away was a good place to start.
And she would not let herself think about who had done this. Not yet. Not until the scene was clean.
Looking around, she began to make a plan. The body would need to be weighed down so it didn't just pop up in a day. To do that, she needed something heavy, and her eyes landed on a metal barbecue. The post holding it up was secured with concrete into the ground, but that would only work as more weight. The trick would be attaching it to the guy in a way that would hold him down.
She was rocking the barbecue from side to side, loosening it from the ground, when the sound of a foot on grass made her spin. It wasn't close yet, and she couldn't normally hear that far away - at least not before she began feeding on Thane - which meant she had a second to step into the trees.
She was almost there when a woman tried to muffle her laugh. Dahlia knew that voice! Letting out a sigh, she hurried back around the trees to see Cain and Nikki heading her way. The pair was looking at the truck, which gave Dahlia the excuse. Sadly, all she could see was one man leaning back in the corner, which didn't tell her a lot.
"Over here," Dahlia said.
Nikki just gestured at the truck, holding her tongue until she was close enough to speak softly. "Thane couldn't take the mess?"
"He's with Roarke," she explained. "He was fading fast."
Cain gave her an incredulous look. "And you're ok with this? Thought he was your play toy."
"Consent," Dahlia said. "That's all I want for him. If he's ok with it, then I'm ok with it. I'm also pretty sure that Roarke won't rape him or kill him. The rest is their decision."
"Which is only fair," Nikki agreed. "Ok, what are we looking at?"
Dahlia just gestured to the body. "I haven't gotten to ask what happened yet, but from the looks of it, we have a man with his pants down, his body devoured, and Roarke was wounded. His message said they were attacked, so I'm guessing he didn't kill the guy. I also can't rule it out, though."
"He didn't," Nikki insisted. "Out of all of us, I think Roarke's the least aggressive. Not that he can't be, but he doesn't want to be."
"Lover, not a fighter," Cain agreed. "But that wasn't done by a human."
"I know," Dahlia growled. "So, how are we going to make this guy disappear?"
Nikki pulled out an impressively large knife. It looked like the same one Dahlia had found in Cain's kitchen. "Decomposition will make him float unless he's cut open."
"I thought we could use the barbecue as weight," Dahlia suggested.
"Both," Cain said, heading towards the still-secured hunk of metal.
