Page 15 of Blood Moon
The sun could come up, and I wouldn’t give a shit. I was like a starved person who was finally given a meal. We would slow down and appreciate our sensual touches. It would last all night, and I had only hoped that maybe this frenzy would pull Zane’s ass back into the game. The truth was, I missed that asshole, and I really couldn’t remember when the last time we fucked was. I wanted him, but my four vampires, making sure every part of me was pleased right now, was where I would keep my mind.
9
It was refreshing to be back with my guys. Well, my vampires, at least. Beyond the mind-blowing sex we shared, and the thirst beyond blood that we quenched, there was still the problem of the shifters. I felt that a piece of me was missing, and this went beyond losing our Aria.
I missed—no, I longed for the exciting relationship we all once shared. The laughter of all the guys, the teasing, the positive atmosphere, and the profound love I felt beyond our intimacy. I had that back with Logan, Cole, Zac, and Braden, and it helped pull me back into a stronger mindset and not the weakened one that was breaking me down.
I wouldn’t allow myself to believe that somehow having an extremely powerful supernatural child was a curse to all of us. No. Absolutely not. She was a blessing and a gift that, even though she was tearing us apart, kept us all together.
Now? Now, I had the luxury of silent dinners and awkward moments of guilt while being with the guys, and Zane avoiding all of us like the plague. It sucked, and the prideful bastard wouldn’t budge in terms of it being a whole damn month, and nothing changed.
“When are they coming back?” I asked Cole.
Cole shrugged, and his brawny body turned to pull me into his chest. I slept with Cole all night, needing my vampire’s strength and the way Cole always made me feel when it was just him and me. He was a master of making me feel over the top with how he loved giving me control, allowing me to claim him. I felt a jolt of electricity shoot through my stomach, feeling his closeness even now. My thoughts always went back to his expressions while I had power over his body.
“The wolves?” he sighed, kissing the top of my hair. “I have no idea, but a month is too long for them to be gone like this.”
“You think something went wrong?” I asked.
“A million things could be going on right now,” he answered. “I’ll talk to Zane again. His attitude is pissing all of us off anyway.”
I leaned up on my elbow. “Let me talk to him,” I said, running my hand over his strong jawline. “Maybe he’ll open up a little since I’m not one of the four vampires he acts like he wants to kill.”
Cole smirked. “Probably a better idea.” He threw back the covers. “Hungry, doll?” he asked, giving me a nice show as he walked toward the bathroom of his bedroom suite.
I followed him, needing a refreshing shower. “I’m jumping in the shower, then I’ll probably have some oatmeal.”
Cole laughed. “If only the damn dog didn’t have to eat an entire cow for breakfast, I wouldn’t have to spend two damn hours making it.”
Cole stepped into the enormous shower with me and ran his hands through my hair while I let the shower rain down over it. “I hope you’re not complaining about making breakfast,” I teased, dropping my head back into his chest. “Your happy place seems to be the kitchen.”
He tapped the tip of my nose and ran his fingers over the one spot he knew would get me revved up for another round. “No,” he kissed the back of my neck after I leaned forward, “my happy place would be right here,” he said while he dipped his fingers inside me. “Goddamn, you’re wet, Ellie.” His voice was husky. “That wolf is going to have to fucking wait on his breakfast.”
That was the last thing either of us said until we were satiated with each other’s love and devotion that took the place of a simple, good-morning kiss.
I walkeddown the grand staircase, taking in the views of the ocean from the wall of windows this staircase faced. It was a glorious morning. The sky was a beautiful blue, no clouds, just ocean for days and a salty breeze blowing in offshore through the opened windows.
I could already smell that Cole was at work with cooking, and I ignored the dark expression on Zane’s face when I walked into the dining area where everyone was sitting down to eat. Everyone was in high spirits, but Zane looked like we were holding him hostage. To be honest, I was done with his shit, and I was glad Cole let me handle this morning conversation about convincing Zane to get the guys back and allow someone to come in and help us.
I hadn’t run that past my guys yet. I knew they were just as concerned about alerting anyone to our new hideout by bringing in someone who worked in the other realm. Any dark creature could tap into that and then locate us if we weren’t careful. If anything, we’d move again. I was used to that by now anyway.
Zane’s phone rang, and it gave him the perfect excuse to ditch all of us at the table to take his food and call in the outside patio area.
“Guy’s such a fucking bitch.” Zac rolled his eyes. “Tell me again why we need the damn wolves?” he looked around the table.
Logan smirked. “I’m with Zac on this. We’ve handled Enzo’s bullshit for what seems like our entire fucking lifetime, we can deal with that fucker without a dog helping to sniff him out of his hiding spot.”
“Knock it off,” Braden said, eying my concerned expression before taking a mouthful of seasoned potatoes. “We need them, and that’s the end of it.”
“You okay, Elle?” Cole asked.
I turned my attention back toward the group at the table. “It all just sucks. I miss the days when all of you got along.”
“Well, friends come and go.” Logan winked at me, but his joke wasn’t connecting to where I felt more concerned about the bond being dissolved between all of us. “Elle, it’s going to work out. Chill.”
Logan was definitely my happy, careless vamp, and I loved him for it. If I was having a hard day missing Aria, topped with Zane’s BS that was always in all our faces, all it took was a simple hug, and he would give me his calming energy to take the pain and tears away.
“I’ll talk to the bastard,” Braden said.
