Page 153 of Hunters and Prey

Chapter 10

When we arrived at his house or lair or whatever he was calling it, my patience had all but worn thin. I wasn’t playing by Remington’s rules anymore. I was going to get my dad back using the gifts God and this nifty dress gave me.

Rem’s hand found its way on my lower back, his thumb rubbing the bare skin there as he led me into the large Victorian house. I hardly paid any mind to the house to be honest, my mind too focused on the little zings his touch caused in me. Sure, I still caught the four windows in the front, the half a dozen or more on the second floor with a few balconies thrown in for good measure, but looking for entrances and exits like that was a subconscious thing that had been ingrained in me since birth.

“What do you think?” Remington gestured around the living room as we stopped in the center of it.

I took that moment to move out of his arm reach and pretended to admire the room, my head nodding slightly. “It’s nice. Not exactly what I’d expect to find in L.A. but nice.” I turned back to him, our eyes meeting. “It suits you.”

“I’d rather like to think so,” Remington smiled and then took a seat on one of the many couches. “Come, talk with me.” A female vampire came into the room from behind him, a bottle of wine and two glasses in her hands. “Thirsty?”

Locking eyes with Rem, I prepared to execute my plan. “Absolutely parched.” My lashes lowered and my voice came out breathy as I stalked toward him. Instead of taking the seat next to him, I stopped before him and let his eyes trail up and down my body.

“I do have to say that dress does look quite lovely on you, pet.” His hands reached up and touched the flared ends of the skirt. “I’m so glad you wore it.”

“Are you?” I asked, lifting one knee and placing it on one side of him before doing the same with the other. Remington uncrossed his leg and allowed me to straddle him, but his hands never took advantage of the position as they stayed firmly on my hips.

“What’s this now?” Amusement filled his tone, and I didn’t like it. He was supposed to be falling all over himself to have me, to please me, and the damn vampire wasn’t playing his part.

Sinking onto his lap, my hands on his shoulders, I let out a soft sigh, one that wasn’t as hard to fake as I thought it would be, as our centers pressed together. “I thought this was what you wanted? Me, willing. Well, I am.”

Remington’s lips curled into a delighted grin, not that of a man starved to have me. Reaching up a hand, his thumb caressed my cheek. “You’re so beautiful, and I’d be a fool to refuse you.”

“Then don’t,” I murmured before pressing my mouth to his, not allowing him to talk himself out of it or doubt me.

I really sold the kiss, cupping his face with my hands, my mouth slanting over his and tempting him with my tongue. Remington’s hands moved from my waist to my hair, pulling the wooden stakes I’d had holding it up out. My black tresses fell around my shoulders and curtained us in its depths.

Then the kiss changed. It wasn’t me leading it any longer but him. Our mouths moved with a languid movement, his tongue sliding along the line of my mouth before taking mine with his own. Our fronts pressed together, causing my breasts to rub deliciously against his chest. It took everything I had not to rock into him. Not to take the kiss one step further.

But I’d already let myself get distracted from the goal. I was here for my dad not to get laid, though there was no reason I couldn’t do both. It was the principle of the matter. One does not reward bad behavior by giving him exactly what he wanted.

With a gasp of air, I pulled my mouth away from Rem’s. I rocked back, causing wonderous friction between our centers, and I could feel just exactly how much he wanted me right now. Good. It would be that much easier to get information.

“Where’s my dad, Rem?” I murmured, trying to keep him in the mood of giving.

His mouth, stained with my lipstick, curled up like a lazy cat after having just had a big bowl of cream. “Oh, darling, that’s not how this goes at all. You think I’ll fall for your tricks and give you what you want?”

I scowled and moved to get out of his lap, but he caught my hips, pulling me back against him. I reached for my knife, but Draq as well as another body guard I hadn’t noticed enter the room during out little make out session moved toward us.

Remington lifted a hand, waving them off. “For all your acting, you did, however, answer a vital question I had been wanting to know.”

“And what’s that?” I snapped, my hand curling around the hilt of the knife. “My utter disdain for you?”

Pressing his thumb to the side of his lips, he smeared some of my lipstick before popping it into his mouth. “Oh, yeah I can taste it. Just as I can taste your desire for me as well.”

You’d think since I’d made the last several years about banging as many vampires and demons as possible just to get back at my dad that I’d remember they have an excellent sense of smell. More than one vampire has known what was happening between my thighs without ever having to touch me.

“That’s just a normal reaction to friction,” I argued, lifting myself off his center. This time he let me but kept his hands on my hips so I couldn’t move far. I could have, had I wanted to hurt him, but I wasn’t to that point yet. I was all about the end game, and I hardly believed his ploy only had to do with getting into my good graces.

“If you say so, pet.” Rem dropped his hands from my waist and let the tips of his fingers trail the exposed skin beneath my skirt. I stiffened when they landed on the sheaths of my knives. “So armed. Tell me, do you always come to a date so well prepared?”

“Only when I expect foul play.”

Remington threw his head back and laughed. “Oh, yes. I do imagine we’ll have quite a bit of that, but before we have to resort to that, would you like to see your father?”

I opened my mouth to say, ‘About damn time,’ when there was a disturbance outside. The vampires around me tensed, except the one between my thighs who seemed only annoyed at the interruption.

Then, all at once, every window of the house smashed in. Glass sprayed everywhere as hunters pour into the house from every angle with a blonde asshole leading the fray.

Fucking Alec again!

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