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I shake my head. “I don’t have the answers. It’s hard for me to believe their loyalties could lie with the rogues after all we’ve accomplished. I heard rumors about what Dragos said to you before he died. I’m sure whatever narrative he was spouting held sway with the group since he was the most senior. I’m sure his betrayal hit hard; I know you two were close.”
He nods. “Let’s figure out a game plan. I’m tired of this cat and mouse game with the bastards. When I find them, they’re going to wish they hadn’t picked the side of the rogues. I’ll send every last one of them to hell for good.”
Lucas rejoins us. He takes another glass of Descallia Red from the barkeep and hands it to Descallia. “Looks like you could use another one. Drink. We’ll get through this just like we always do.”
Overmaster Descallia growls low. Lucas, his right-hand man, is probably the only one who can talk to him like that with the exception of Lucianna. He seems to have a perpetual soft spot for our future queen, and there’s not many of us that can’t see exactly why he feels that way. She’s brought class, strength, bravery, and skill to the vampires, along with her ability to see far into the future and understand the past as it relates to today.
Her allegiance to the vampires has been clear before she took the blade at the hands of the rogues and since her return to Descallia’s side. She will make a great queen. To think that not long ago Overmaster Descallia was a pureblood who every single female wanted but only got as far as his bed. Rumor has it that he had always been waiting for her return.
He’s changed since Lucianna returned to him. He’s still that fearless leader that our vampire community needs, but his heart and soul has returned with her. So many of my brothers, professed to a life of solitude before finding the right one, were just like me—a different female in a different town every night.
I follow Descallia and Lucas to the table with the others and settle into my seat with a drink in hand. The stage lights dim, and one of the Descallia dancers prances on stage with little whisps of red material concealing what most of the male population and some of the females are holding their breath to see. The blonde is gorgeous, with long firm limbs atop black stilted heels, a tight ass barely covered by the red lace G-string that teases more than it covers. A few days ago, she would have found herself squirming on the end of my dick by the end of the night. That was before a little enchantress enticed me with a kiss, consumed my every waking hour with the thought of her beneath me, and in every other position imaginable.
My dick shifts into the seam of my pants, and it has nothing to do with the lovely taking it all off and slithering along the floor. That right there should tell me exactly how attracted to Willow that I am. I unpocket my phone and send her a message.
Message: Tell me things have settled down between you and Embry.
Reply: They got worse before they got better. Now, we’re on our fifth drink, and we’re getting along just fine. We’re dancing. Good song just came on. Gotta go.
I smirk, picturing her and the ladies three sheets to the wind and dancing in Descallia’s great room. I’ve heard the rumors about the ladies’ parties when all of the masters are meeting each week. I can’t help but smile. Somehow, she’s managed to work through her fear, the issues of the past, and fit in with the group just like I knew she would.
Descallia gestures to my phone. “What’s so funny?”
I grin. “Apparently the ladies feel quite safe with all the extra security. They’re five drinks in, and dancing is involved.” Romano, Lucas, and Descallia all grin. “Now that’s a show we don’t want to miss. What do you think about surprising the females with a little drop in? It’s going to be light soon anyway. We’ll get a fresh start right away once the sun goes down again.”
There’s not one of us who wouldn’t love to catch the show at home. Descallia turns to Silver, Clay, and Terrance. How about we meet you back here in the parking lot at first sign of dusk? Descallia drops enough bills to more than cover the night, and we transport to his estate. All the lights are dark with the exception of a few on the lower level.
He puts a finger to his lips, and we transport inside, standing at the doorway as the ladies giggle and laugh, holding each other up while singing loudly and badly over the sound of the high-quality speaker being piped in from above.
“Every man of mine!” They laugh, and all kick their feet up and twist and then turn in a line. I find it impossible to take my eyes off of Willow, sexy as hell in the tight jeans, bare feet with hot pink toenails, and a blouse that is loose enough to allow a little wiggle.
My dick throbs with desire for the little enchantress, and not one of us says a word, entranced by the females in our lives. Willow senses me before I’m done feasting on her beauty. A shy smile surfaces, and from that moment on, every movement of her body is a private show for me just like the very first time I met her.
Chapter14
Willow
Campania’s eyeswarm me with their heat. An intensity that sparks desire and turns it red hot within a moment of time. His eyes track every move of my hips, every sway of my body and jiggle of my breasts. The powerful vampire master wants me as much as I want everything that he has to give.
A slow song comes on overhead. As if in slow motion the males join their mates. I watch with bated breath as Campania walks toward me, his eyes undressing me before taking me in his arms and guiding me across the floor.
His hold is tight, possessive, and damnably hot. The warmth of his breath against my ear sends shivers of desire straight to my center. I’m so absorbed in the moment that all sense of time is lost, only the feel of his hard, powerful body holding me as though we’ve danced this way for a lifetime.
Campania’s hand shifts from my lower back, my body immediately missing the warmth of his touch, the connection. He tilts my chin, giving me no ability to look anywhere else but the depth of his dark eyes that have reddened around the rims. “Come with me, enchantress.”
It’s not a request, and without question my eyes close, allowing him to take us into the black void. When my feet touch the floor again, he’s watching me intently. It’s just the two of us and our smoldering passion in a masculine bedroom that I presume belongs to him.
I should be scared out of my mind to find myself in the vampire’s lair, but the opposite is true. I want everything that’s floating around in his mind. As if sensing my internal debate, he pulls me close, and his lips descend. He kisses me with a fervor that I feel to my very core. There is no denying my need for Campania; my body will not allow it, arching to get even closer to his heat.
The blood coursing through my veins begins to thrum, causing my pulse to race. He gently traces a finger down the length of my neck, settling on the sensitive curve of my shoulder before following with his lips, and trailing a white-hot path of desire as he kisses the expanse of exposed skin along the way.
I swallow past the initial fear of what he may do, as our passion ignites. I will my heart to slow, and my feet not to give out below me. Campania whispers into the sensitive shell of my ear as his finger traces over a protruding nipple. “Trust me, Willow.”
He draws back slightly, his eyes glowing red and his fangs fully descended as he begins to undress me, the desire in his eyes lighting my own with a need that only he can put out. “So beautiful.” He watches me intently as he undresses, exposing the raw and powerful lines of his body, broad chest and tight abdomen etched with well-defined muscle. His hands run over the curves of my body, settling around my hips, using them to draw me closer as he captures my lips while lifting and carrying me to his bed.
Campania devours me with his kisses as the weight of his body settles around me, caging me with his frame as he protects me from being crushed. He slowly breaks our kiss, using his mouth to trace the length of my neck. The feel of his fangs against the exposed expanse of skin should send shivers of fear down my spine, but it doesn’t at all.
The time for fearing Campania is over. If he wanted to hurt me, he would have done so a very long time ago. Instead, it sends white hot heat to my very center. The tip of his fangs grazes my sensitive skin, the warmth of his mouth traveling across the swell of my breast, teasing an already aroused nipple between his lips and then nipping it lightly with his fangs and causing a tingling sensation all the way south as he watches me from below.
