Page 5 of Secret of the Vampire
Her voice was low. Sexy. Closing my eyes, I let it drift over me. My body far more aware of her than the danger outside.
“So, we just wait it out?”
“It can’t get through my ward, or it would’ve done so by now,” I assured her.
I felt her eyes on me again and knew what she would ask next. “What if it doesn’t leave?”
That was a good question. Turning to her, I took her face in my hands, careful of her glasses. I’d never before heard of a vampire who had kept any kind of human deficiencies after turning until I’d met Kenya. But it was something I would ask about another time. “Nothing will happen to you. I swear it.”
My thumb grazed her smooth cheek.
“Why are you here?” she asked abruptly.
Distracted by the softness of her skin, I didn’t hear her question at first.
“Why, Alex? Why are you willing to risk yourself for me?” Her eyes sought and held mine.
“I don’t know,” I admitted quietly.
That seemed to surprise her, but then she composed herself. “I appreciate what you did tonight. I do. But there’s no reason for you to be here.”
Her meaning was clear. She was telling me she wasn’t my problem. That whatever it was I felt toward her wasn’t mutual.
But she was lying.
She must’ve seen the determination on my expression, for a second later, her chin rose in defiance.
We stood like that for a long time, searching for something within the other. Something we both desperately wanted but shouldn’t take.
It was Kenya who broke the spell, stepping back out of my hold. “I should call Killian. Let him know what’s going on. He’s expecting me back at the house.”
“If you call him, won’t he come here?”
“If I don’t call him, he’ll definitely show up. He’s very…protective of those he considers his.”
White hot rage blurred my vision, unbidden and uncalled for. But I couldn’t control it. Killian may be the one who created her, but Kenya wasn’t his. Not any longer.
She wasmine.
The thought startled me, and it was a moment before I realized Kenya was staring at me, a strange expression on her pretty face. Sometimes a vampire’s heightened senses were a pain in the ass. I took a few deep breaths to calm myself, pretty damned surprised myself by the realization that had just slammed through me. Not so much a coherent thought as a feeling. An instinct. I shook it off. She wasn’t mine. I just felt protective of her because I’d saved her life. “What are you going to tell him?”
Thankfully, she didn’t question me about my reaction to what she’d said about Killian. Instead, she walked over to the bar, sexier and more natural in bare feet than she would be in the heels I just noticed kicked under a bar stool, her rounded ass holding my attention until she got behind the bar. Getting her phone from behind it, she propped her elbows on the wooden surface and stared down at the screen. “I don’t know. But I have to tell him something. He’s expecting me home,” she repeated.
I wracked my brain. “Do you have a friend? Someone you’d hang out with?”
A smile teased the corners of her full lips. “No. I have my family. The guys,” she clarified.
“And you all live together in that big house.” Jealousy made my words come out harsher than I’d intended.
She looked at me over the rim of her glasses, the gape of her blouse giving me a peek of full breasts, and my cock swelled, the zipper of my jeans digging into me uncomfortably.
“It’s safer for us that way.”
A scene from the movieTheLost Boyspopped into my head. The one where the kids went into the vampire cave to stake them and found them all hanging from the ceiling like bats.
“It’s not like that,” she told me with a roll of her eyes.
I narrowed my eyes. “Stay out of my head.” I didn’t mean to be so harsh, but there were things about me I wasn’t ready for her to know. Not to mention what my cock was doing.
