Page 41 of Wicked Allure
“And none of them are going to pay me what I’m getting at Madam’s.” She folded her arms in front of her. Tarek was going to have to understand that she made the decisions for her. She loved her brother dearly, but he was going to have to let her live her life. “I promise I’m safe. Boris, who you were rude to, is one of the guards who keep the humans safe at the club. Nothing gets past them. He’s actually nice.”
“I’m sure he is.” Tarek glanced down at his watch and cursed. “Shit. I gotta go. Gran is back in bed. She got up around two and started cleaning.”
“I can smell it.” A smile came to her lips. She followed him out of her room and down the hall to the living room.
He grabbed his jacket and bag from the floor then headed to the door. He pulled it open and stepped out onto the porch. She followed him and held the door open.
“I love you, big brother.”
“Yeah, I love you, too.” He jogged down the stairs and threw up a wave.
She shut the door and leaned back against it.
“That could have been worse,” she murmured.
If Tarek didn’t have to go to work, she was sure they’d still be in their heated discussion about her job that they had at least once a week. She ensured the locks were engaged before going to their grandmother’s room.
She gently opened the door and peeked inside. Gran’s soft snores filled the air. Tomesha backed away and closed the door. She slowly ambled to her room. She left her door ajar so she’d hear when Gran came out of her room. She changed into her jammies and climbed into bed.
She reached over and set her alarm clock. She didn’t want to sleep the entire day away, but she’d catch a quick nap. Lamaya had given her instructions to increase the amount of kenaf weed she took to ensure her stores would be high.
Tomesha rolled over onto her back. She tugged the blanket up higher, and the exhaustion returned. She closed her eyes, and the image of Dru came to mind.
Her bright-blue eyes.
Her auburn hair.
Her sharp fangs that had peeked out from underneath her lips and the way her fangs and tongue had taken her to the stars. A smile graced Tomesha’s lips as she succumbed to sleep.
Would she see the vampire general again?
“Have I ever said that I hate sewers?” Dru muttered.
“I believe I’ve heard this before.” Talbot chuckled. The vampire warrior pried a steel covering off the opening to the sewers that ran beneath Butterbush.
Dru rolled her eyes in the most un-general-like manner. One would think that in the year they were living in, no vampires would still be underground. It wasn’t uncommon, but Dru really hated the sewers.
“They’re hot, dark, and always stink.” Dru stepped forward decked out in her fighting leathers. She drew in a deep breath and pulled a dagger out of its sheath. She glanced down and shook her head. “Here we go.”
She jumped down and landed on her feet in a defensive crouch, her grip on her weapon tight. Not sensing any threats, she motioned for Talbot and the others to follow suit. She took a few steps forward and eyed their surroundings. They all landed without making a sound. They were after information, and the vampire who supposedly had it was located in the underground community. The scent that greeted her had her scrunching her nose.
As the general, she could have easily sent her men to obtain the information, but that wasn’t the way Dru operated. She was going to be hands-on with this particular mission. The queen trusted her, and Dru wasn’t going to fail.
She sighed. Just hours ago, she’d been between the thighs of one of the most beautiful women she’d ever seen. Her scent had been something Dru wanted to drown in. Something that she’d want to smell every day. Tomesha’s blood had been so damn addicting. Dru had to fight the savage nature to drink more than she had. The memory of Tomesha lying in the bed when she’d left came to the forefront of her mind.
Her curvy frame had barely been covered by the blankets. Dru had a hard time walking away, but it was for the best. She couldn’t afford to have a distraction while here in Butterbush.
But she had to admit Tomesha’s blood had given her such strength. She felt as if she could face ten full-blooded lycans at the moment. Her gums ached and stretched as her fangs threatened to fall.
She had to stop thinking of Tomesha. Not focusing on the mission at hand could get her or her warriors killed. She blinked and tried to push the tempting memory of Tomesha reaching her climax on her tongue from her head.
Fuck.
“According to the instructions, we need to go this way.” Talbot brushed passed Dru.
She blinked and looked around at her warriors. None of them seemed to notice their general had been lost in memories. They were securing the area and ensuring they were alone in this part of the sewers.
“Very well. Lead the way.” Dru marched behind Talbot.
