Page 45 of Entombed By Blood
Just like that, the spell ends. Her warrior soul shrinks back behind the curtain, leaving only a timorous shell of a woman who draws her knees closer for comfort.
“From you?” Her eyes drop to my throat and she gulps.
“Yes.” I shoot a message to Vane, telling him to come and collect her then unbutton my collar to give her better access.
Evelyn gravitates closer, though I doubt she's aware of it. She’s unfolded herself from her curled up position on the sofa and is slowly edging her way to my side. When she's within touching distance, I hold out my arm and take her hand, pulling her into my lap.
“Try to stop yourself this time.” Her bloodlust is understandable, but it’s also a dangerous weakness. “Take what you need, don't gorge.”
She swallows once, then sinks her fangs into my throat in a single, swift strike. I grunt in pain, but pleasure cuts off the sting before I can even truly feel it.
I don’t move as she drinks. I’m pretty sure I forget to breathe. My hands ball into fists, and I resist the urge to clutch her close to me and keep her there. It takes every drop of my self-control to stop myself from grinding up into her. I mastered dozens of breathing exercises to control my instincts, but I can't seem to remember any of them right now.
Her draws are slower this time, prolonging the exquisite sensation of her venom lighting up my veins. What little blood she isn’t taking is flowing straight to my cock.
I'm as hard as granite and lightheaded by the time she pulls back, but it could easily be worse. Evelyn doesn't immediately move to vacate my lap, and I can feel her eyes on the marks her fangs have made. Her delicate brows are furrowed in concentration as her nostrils flare.
She's testing herself, I realise, focusing on the blood to prove she can resist it. It’s exactly the sort of thing I would do, and I let her carry on until Vane sticks his head around the door and takes in the scene.
I know how it looks, her on my lap, blood dripping from my neck. I even understand the admonishing look Vane gives me. That doesn't mean I have to like it.
“I'm going to get some rest,” I announce. “You're on watch.”
He nods, accepting the order without complaint. “Permission to take Evie to the garden?” he asks.
I bite the inside of my cheek, considering it. “Fine.”
Vane is level-headed enough to stop her from doing anything stupid, and maybe the garden will help her get used to the sounds and smells of the city.
Evelyn uncurls from my lap like a contented kitten, wiping the tiniest drop of blood from the corner of her mouth as she goes. I try not to notice the loss of her warmth; instead, I shift to conceal the erection pressing against my fly before either she or Vane notice.
“Take your tablet with you,” I remind her, nodding to where the device has been abandoned on the sofa. “You have a lot of catching up to do.”
She says nothing as she picks it up reverently, almost as if she’s afraid to damage it. Vane holds the door open for her like a gentleman, but she turns before leaving and levels those luminous blue eyes on me.
“Thank you,” she mumbles.
I wave her thanks away. “Enjoy the garden.”
“Heads up,”Finley murmurs in my ear, as soon as the door has swung shut behind them.“Frost is heading to intercept her.”
Pinching the bridge of my nose, I suppress the urge to roll my eyes. “She's not ready,” I whisper. “Stick to the plan.”
“I just want to see her for myself,”Frost's voice is cool, but I can hear the exertion in his tone.“Can you blame me?”
“No. But that doesn't mean she won't freak if she sees you,” I argue. “And what if you get caught?”
“He won't be seen,”Finley cuts in.“I've plotted his route. He's invisible.”
“He better be,” I mutter, shoving back from my desk.
Frost
Getting to the roof of the tallest tower in New York isn’t easy, but it's far from impossible. Having to mask my scent from the guards by drowning in aftershave and crawling through the vents is far from an ideal way to get around, but the moment I break out into the elevator shaft, I know I'm almost there.
Immortal strength makes scaling the building faster than normal. With a couple of leaps, the top is in sight.
“Vane,” I whisper into the mic at my collar. “I'm coming out, distract her.”
