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“You beautiful fucking girl,” Arion murmurs against my ear just as I get my arms around his neck, “climb me.”
“A kiss for the ferry charge,” Arion says as he teases my cheek with the brush of his lips.
Hot
“Impatient, aren’t you?” Before I can formulate an equally smartass remark, he whispers, “Brace yourself, love.”
“I’m happy to give you your chase, love, so long as you continue to touch me like you’re doing now,” he says, glancing down at my hand on his chest. “The touch reminds me it’s just a game, despite you saying it’s not. Clearly, I’m not the only one of us who says one thing and means another entirely.”
“And I haven’t wanted anything as much as I want you in far too fucking long. I’ll have you, Violet. At some point, you’re the kind of sweet girl who will see it cruel to continue to make me chase.”
“Ariiiiiooooon!” Violet screams, before her voice fades into a shriek, the sound falling with her rapid descent. “Uh-oh,” Arion deadpans before racing toward me, snapping out of his shock first.
LMAOSNIANSI
“Testing my limits, love?” he asks on that same laugh, wobbling a little like that exerted him some. “I think the ferry deserves a special kiss for—” His words die when Violet turns and kisses him hard, her fingers digging into his hair. He almost reacts on a delay, and Damien blinks, as Violet practically devours the vampire, who she pretends not to like, right in front of us.
Violet is already climbing a very happy vampire, who wraps his arms around her, as she drops a quick kiss to his lips without being prompted, and tucks her face against his neck. Arion never lets anyone that close to his neck, but the fucker just grins at us, because Violet trusts him far too much.
YAYYAYAY
“Are we going to end up in a ball of flames on the ceiling? Because I think I’ve seen that in a movie or something involving yellow-eyed demons,”
Someone call the psych ward. I’m overdue.
“No feeding from her without supervision,” Vance says very pointedly to Arion. “Yes, father,” Arion says, smirking as he leans back, feeling really relaxed against me.
“It’s true enough. Maybe Violet will roll with it,” I say with a fantastically enthused smile, loving my new plan. Fake it until I make it.
The triplets appear in the room, and I startle, but Arion just grins. “You girls come to cheerlead for me some more?”
A small smile graces my lips, because she wouldn’t take the bloody gift, and now she won’t risk it because it’s precious to her. Quite the enigma, our little Violet.
“I hate hunting. I always feel sorry for the animals, but then I also feel hypocritical because I can’t seem to go vegan,” she tells me, causing my lips to curve up in an unexpected grin.
NO BECAUSE SAME
Come to think of it, I saw the agreement in her eyes, I think, but she never did actually agree to come with me. Huh. How the hell did that happen?
“You can handle monsters in your mouth, but bugs offend you,” I state idly, trying to backpedal into my Ace days.
“Insatiable vampire,” she murmurs against his mouth.
Staring at the girl formally known as Linda, who is giving me a very disgusted look, I don’t even have time to process how the hell all this just escalated so quickly, and where the hell the other three guys even came from. So this is Idun. I’m surprised she’s telling me to move so she can hurt them. From what I’ve learned, this is a little out of character.
All of us squeezing into a car together while most of them hate each other…should be fun.
“Not going there,” I tell her, cheeks burning at this point. “Nope. No. No. No. Nope. You can’t go there. That’s your fault—not his or mine. We thought we had privacy.”
“She has a collection of stitched up dolls very similar to that one,” Arion tells me, as daughter and mother head down to the cellar. “They’re tucked away in one of the spare closets. Girl’s a bloody hoarder. She has storage sheds at the edge of town for a whole mess of other random childhood toys.”
“In other words, I should have been buying out toy stores instead of chocolate and flower shops. Duly noted,” Damien states with a frown. “Why can’t I hear or smell them anymore?”
Arion rolls his eyes. “The more people question me, the more I want to prove them all wrong, Marta. You’re doing little more than fueling my undying obsession with your daughter.”
“Do you rip up those dolls to use them as a timer?” the vampire asks, as he stays on the floor, causing Mom to sneer in his direction. Another pulse cracks some glass, but everyone is under the reach of it now. Damien just shakes his head. “You have drawers full of toxic pencils I don’t even want to know the purpose of,” I tell him dryly. “You don’t get to judge.” His grin grows like he’s pleased with something.
This >>>
Marta’s playing games. I can see it in her every action.
The sides change. Alliances shift with each new agenda. The rules get made up as we go. The secrets double. The paranoia spreads. The suspicion mounts. Everyone is on edge.
We all went and developed a weakness, and were too numb to realize just how bad this could be.
As Emit trails me, I hear him mutter, “And so it begins.”
The unrelenting hunters; the order among chaos when the unnatural bleeds into the natural world. They always find what they hunt…no matter how long it takes. The silversmiths who forge their own weapons and get off on the violence, yet find a piece of them desperately soft when one fragile is broken before them. The monsters with a cool but steady heart.
The temperamental wolves; the passionate, pack-minded beasts that only go for blood when their’s has been shed. But with passion comes a deeper personal attachment, temptation and corruption, and often struggle the hardest for order amongst the betrayals, scandals, lies, and secrets. Their hearts break easier than they mend, and they’ll fight to the death to keep it from breaking too often.
The forgotten sexual deviants and former illusionists, whose only mention in history is that of their bastard, true first-born, Dorian Gray. He’s known primarily for his painting that could cause his immortal life to end if he ever looked upon it. Known secondarily for his acts of sexual menace and constant bouts of group sex, he sets the lowest standard as what an alpha looks like for this lot. But…most are only mildly better…
The cruel. The cold. The devilishly unrepentant. The ones the most proud of being monsters. The vampires are the ones with little to no soul left inside them. The closer to alpha you are…the less you have. One can only assume the alphas lacked one at all. It feels like I’m forgetting something…
