Page 75 of The Hunted
But something far greater was happening between us. I’d screwed other women and had never felt as connected to them as I had with Layla. Maybe because those women, like Harley, were vampires.
My heart tripped at the thought that Jo could be right, that I could be falling for Layla. That was impossible, though. Or maybe it wasn’t. I just didn’t know. I believed my dick was in control. My bloodthirst was coming in a close second, and the two were messing with my head.
I discarded any notion that love came into play. I was still riding my sexual high, as evidenced by my erection that wasn’t going down anytime soon, at least not when Layla was naked in my bed. Besides, a relationship with a human would never last.
Your mom was human.
I froze as I began to brush my teeth. I’d never asked my old man any intimate details about his relationship with my mom, such as his feelings for her.What drew him to her? Did he feel what she felt? If she hadn’t died of leukemia, would she still be alive?
I switched the light off in the bathroom then wound my way down the hall. The moonlight spilled in through the wall of windows directly ahead, casting a glow into the open living space where the kitchen flowed into the family room.
I went over to glance out and into the night. The snow-covered ground below glistened. The building across the courtyard was dark with the exception of one room on the first floor. Tripp, Doc, and Jo were probably talking to Wyman since the prison cells were located in the basement of the building.
I checked my phone. The time was shortly after midnight, and I had no messages. I skirted around the two plush couches, and the island separating the kitchen from the family room and grabbed a container of blood from the fridge.
The minute I took a swig, I almost spit it out in the sink. It tasted like shit since I’d had my fill of Layla’s blood. I was screwed from here on out. I downed the contents, nonetheless. I needed to keep my bloodthirst sated as much as I could while close to the auburn-haired goddess.
Once the container was empty, I threw it in the trash. Then I pulled out my stash of the mind-blocking potion I had tucked in one of the kitchen cabinets. I should’ve taken it the minute my old man had read my mind in the war room, but with all the craziness going on, I hadn’t had a chance.
Regardless, I needed it now. Sure, I could erect my mental shields between me and him and Jo, but the potion was better. I didn’t care if they knew I’d slept with Layla. However, I didn’t want them to see a play-by-play. My bedroom antics were private.
Images of Layla’s beautiful naked body flashed before me. Her sensuality. How she was comfortable in her own skin. I shook my head hard. I couldn’t be thinking of her all day. Hell, my dick was rock solid and would stay that way if I couldn’t shake her. Maybe someone should take my memories away, at least the ones of Layla. That way I could function. I inhaled deeply, unscrewed the cap on the bottle, then downed the four ounces of bitter liquid.
As I set the small vial onto the marble counter, a text came in.
Tripp:Rianne is roaming the halls, freaking out that Layla isn’t in their room. Where the fuck is she?
I could see the tall brunette checking every nook and cranny in the building, probably ready to stab vampires to find her sister.
I tapped out:Sleeping.I couldn’t lie.
Tripp:What did you do?
Me:She’s fine.
Tripp:SAM MASON!
Me:Don’t worry. I didn’t do anything she didn’t want me to.
Tripp called me.
“Stop flipping out,” I said before he could yell.
“Are you insane!” Tripp shouted.
“Why are you acting like my father?”
“Did you use protection?”
I laughed. “Why would I?”
“You realize that you could get a human pregnant?”
“Only if she has the right blood type, and she doesn’t.” I didn’t know that for sure. In the heat of the moment, my brain hadn’t been interested in anything but her.
“Do you know that for sure?” he asked.
“No. But seriously, those human females with Vel-negative blood are rare, and if she did have that blood type, she wouldn’t have slept with me.” I was sure Layla knew all about our kind and the ways we made babies.
