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“Gabriel–!”
“Yes, I know who you are, but I can see your hardened nipples through your dress, and you’re absolutely drenched for me; are you sure you want me to stop?” He says, grinning while slowly sliding a finger in and out of my slick hole.
A shiver runs through my spine, and I place both of my hands on his chest, pushing him away.
“Please… stop…” I whisper, noting how soft and warm his skin feels underneath my touch. He removes his fingers from my pussy and pops them into his mouth, groaning.
“Hmm, for a hunter, you taste fucking sweet,” he comments, but I refuse to look into his eyes. “What's that they say about forbidden fruit?”
His chest is hard muscle with intricate tattoos snaking over his pectorals and biceps, right into his neck. I eventually tear my gaze away from his chest, and all the attraction I felt earlier slips out of my body when I finally look into his eyes.
The clear and beautiful blue is gone, and in its place is the crimson of a murderer.
There’s the monster I’ve been hunting; there’s Gabriel Priest.
I push at his chest harder and take two steps away from him; I know I’m vulnerable right now, but I can’t allow myself to go down without a fight. He got into my head. He used his mind compulsion on me; it’s the only thing that fucking makes sense.
There’s no way I would willingly get into this monster’s bed!
“What the fuck did you do to me last night, Priest?” I ask, walking back to where I know my heels are lying. There’s a dagger hidden in the heels, and even if it’s tiny, I need to have a weapon in my hand to defend myself; I’ve killed people with less.
He chuckles and stalks towards me with his dick still rock-hard. “Again, what makes you think that I did anything you didn’t want me to do?” he teases.
I vehemently shake my head. “There’s no fucking way that I would willingly go anywhere with you, let alone get naked and allow you to touch me….” I trail off, remembering what exactly I allowed him to do to me a few minutes ago. “You wanna add sexual assault to your rap sheet, Priest?”
This causes him to laugh, and he leans down to pick up a black pair of boxers and slips into them. Why does the mere sight of him turn me on like this? Even picking something up off the floor makes me throb for him; I need to get a fucking grip!
“I’ve never had to use my Allure to get a woman naked; I’m sure you can see why,” he says, grinning and I blanch when I see his double fangs.
I’m used to one set of elongated canines on vamps, but Priest has longer lateral incisors and canines, albeit the incisors are smaller than the canines.
“Ugh, not only are you delusional, but you’re vain as well–”
A crash downstairs makes my heart thump even faster, and I hear Priest growling before he throws on his black jeans. I remove the blade from my heels before slipping them on my feet, readying myself for any fight with him.
The bedroom door bursts open, and my jaw goes slack in shock when I see my fucking informant walking inside with a pissed-off look on his face.
What the actual fuck is going on? The crashing downstairs turns into the popping of gunshots, and my spirits get raised a little bit – this might be my men!
“This bitch had tails,” the blonde says, confirming my guess and glaring in my direction. “The cockroaches are downstairs looking for her.”
“Get Myrcella to safety before they find her,” Priest says just as a flashbang gets thrown into the room.
I am knocked off balance and crawl on the floor, calling the names of my men, including Xenia, to let them know that I am here.
The unmistakable sound of flesh on flesh punching is heard amongst the gunfire and smoke, and I remain low, making out the feet of Priest and my informant in between combat boots.
Growling, screaming, and more punching — I crawl out of the bedroom and spot a discarded gun lying on the floor. It has my crest on it, so I know it must be pumped full of baobab stake bullets.
Happy to be fucking armed, I raise my weapon in front of me to protect myself.
The place is filled with smoke, and more flashbangs get set off, but in between the roars and gunfire, I hear a small voice – a little girl's voice.
“Frate? Where are you? What’s going on?” she says in a heavily accented tone similar to Gabriel’s.
I have my gun raised in front of me, ready to shoot when a vamp comes at me, but I find, to my dismay, that the fucking gun is empty.
The vamp slowly strolls toward me with a grin on his face, his fangs showing and his crimson eyes blazing, readying himself to pounce. Through all this, I still hold my gun and listen out for the little girl.
