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“You know exactly what position that would be, baby,” Fire answers, coming even closer to me. “It’s a position you think you want, but you don’t because I’d take that sweet body of yours and fuck you until you no longer could scream, but your body wouldn’t be able to move without me moving it for you.”

Well, that would be interesting.

I knew from the talk I’d heard about his stamina that he was good, but could he actually fuck me until I couldn’t move? I almost wouldn’t mind testing that theory. If I knew it wasn’t all a game to him, I might have.

Instead of saying something I really want to, I step back from Fire, clear my throat, and give him my best glare. “Let’s get this the hell over with.”

SIX

FIRE

“You wanna explainto me why the fuck my sister is wearing one of your shirts, and her hair’s wet?” Heat snarls, not waiting for the door to his office to close behind Evelin and myself.

In one of the chairs in front of Heat’s desk, Evelin plops her sweet ass right in it. Brimstone was taking up the wall off to the side, his eyes coming to me, brow cocked.

“Heat, the reasons why to both those things shouldn’t be any of your concern,” Evelin remarks, lighting a match to a fuse that’s already ready to go off at a moment’s notice.

“Shouldn’t be any of my concern?” Heat plants his hands on the table, eyes coming to me after searing into his sister. “You want to tell me the same thing?”

“You know I won’t disrespect you or the club by going there.” Not that I didn’t think about it. For fuck’s sake, it was hard as hell not to give into going for what I wanted. She’d been in my bed, sleeping or not, she’d been there. She used my shower, and I struggled not to join her there. To keep myself from doing this, I left my room and made the call to Heat, telling him I needed to talk to him. “I told you she’d been at my place.”

“Yeah, you did, brother, and now, someone needs to spill as to why.”

When it comes to Heat’s sister, he’s more than just a protective big brother. He’s an overprotective brother who doesn’t see that his sister is now a woman. For that matter, I might have noticed, but I hadn’t fully taken it all in until she’d been in my bed, wearing my tee, and her sweet body had been tucked into mine.

“And I said you don’t need to know,” Evelin snaps.

“Eve, you’re gonna tell him, or I will,” I threaten. She needs to get over thinking she is in control right now. She’s not and hasn’t been since she showed up at my place in the early hours of the morning.

“Someone better start talking.” Brimstone grunts, looking between Evelin and me.

Evelin huffs out a breath but doesn’t say a word.

“Fine, darlin’, you don’t want to talk, I will,” I tell her and look to my Prez and VP. Right now, that’s not who they are to me. They’re my best friends. My family. “Evelin showed up at my door, banging on it after being chased through the woods from her place to mine by a group of vampires.”

“The fuck?” Heat snarls.

“That’s what I thought myself.” I grunt, shrugging my shoulders. “She told me that one of them was someone she was seeing while at school and saw him kill a woman. That’s why she left school, and now, the vamps found her, and she’s showing up at my place freaked the fuck out.”

“Why didn’t you call me when she got there?” Heat demands.

“Heat, you’d only left shortly before, and remember I know you. You aren’t one for being bothered when you’re in the middle of fuckin’ somehora,” I tell him and look between the two men in the room. “I checked the perimeter after she first got there. Whoever they were, they were gone.”

“They weren’t gone,” Evelin mutters quietly. “Holstein isn’t one for just running away and giving up.”

“Holstein?” Brimstone grunts the name. “What do you know about the guy other than the fact he’s a vamp?” he asks, eyes on Evelin.

Evelin gets to her feet, hands on her hips, and is prepared to take all of us on if she has to. “That’s all I know about him. Everything he told me, I figure, is a lie so you can back the hell off because I’m not telling you another thing.”

“You haven’t told us shit.” Heat growls and slams a fist on the top of his desk. “You either start talkin’, or I make things so you’ll wish you talked to me rather than what I do next.”

Oh shit. Heat’s not one to go off on his sister like this with a threat. What he’ll do, I don’t know, but regardless, she won’t like it.

I’m pretty sure whatever he’s going to do will have something to do with their mom. That or . . .

“And what would that be?” Evelin snaps snidely, her body leaning forward slightly. “You’re not going to do a thing to me. Clue in, Heat. I’m twenty-two, not two. You don’t get a say in what I do with my life and what I share with you.”

Well, that would be the wrong thing to say not just to her brother, but to any of us.

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