A Mate for Lazarus(14)

“A piece, in what way?” She cut off a slice of fritter and put it in her mouth.

He smiled. “They either want us dead or they just want us…there doesn’t seem to be an in-between. All or fucking nothing with you humans.” He looked pointedly at the cutlery in her hands. “For the record…” He raised his brows.

Alex nodded, not sure what he was getting at. Her mouth was full with another bite. For blood drinkers, these vampires sure could cook. Yummo.

“Silver is a bad word in these parts. It’s poisonous to vampires. The only thing made from silver, are our war blades and arrowheads. Nothing else.”

How the hell had she forgotten that? There might not be much known about the various species and even less about vampires, but a couple of things were common knowledge. Their silver aversion was one of them. “Oh yes…I forgot. My bad.” She nodded. “Feel free to tell me more and to correct me if I say something like that again.” Information. It was what she needed and lots of it.

She glanced down the table to where Sarah was sitting. It was weird, she was sure Sarah caught her eye but the other woman turned to face the opposite direction. It was like she was ignoring Alex on purpose. Nah! She must be mistaken.

Alex smiled. “So, what are they made out of?” She held up her knife and fork.

Adonis sat back in his chair and put his tongue to the roof of his mouth. Then he smiled. One of the women on the opposite end of the table put a hand to her chest and fell back in her chair, her eyes glued to Adonis’ every move. Thankfully his charm and sex appeal didn’t affect her…not like that. He was sexy and all that, but really.

“Platinum.” He said drawing her attention.

She could feel her mouth drop open and her eyes bug out. “Platinum?…No way.”

“This is the good shit.” He looked down at the cutlery. “Reserved for royalty and esteemed guests. Our day to day utensils are made from regular stainless steel. We’re not as stuck up as you think.”

She let out a huff of air. “Esteemed guests huh?”

“Yup.” He nodded. “We are thrilled to have human females on our soil. Fucking ecstatic.”

“So I’ve heard.” She leaned in. “Listen, I heard that you guys get around. Is that true?”

His eyes lit up, looking almost freaky blue. “Vampires are sexual creatures. We like to fuck…often and hard. Are you here for a good”—he paused—“hard”—another pause—“fuck?” He didn’t wait for her to answer. Not that she could answer him. Her mouth hung open in temporary paralysis. It had never happened to her before so she wasn’t sure how to react. “If you are, then you’ve come to exactly the right place. If you are…” His big hand clasped her thigh and she gasped, jumping under his touch. “Then you are also with the right male because…”





Chapter 7




That motherfucker!

Lazarus practically vibrated from trying to stay calm. There was a ringing in his ears. What the fuck was this female playing at? She was definitely attracted to him. Had said that she wanted to get to know him, yet there she was with that fuckhead. Why?

Alexandra had ignored his silent request to come and sit next to him. He’d pulled out the chair and everything. Gone to a fuck load of effort by wearing this suit and what for what? Fuck all…that’s what.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Jenna asked for the fifth time. “You don’t seem yourself tonight.”

He made a grunting noise of acknowledgment and gave her a tight smile.

“Is it that girl?” Jenna narrowed her eyes, trying to size him up. “The new one?” she sighed. “Were you hoping…never mind.” She squeezed his forearm. “You are going to find someone, I’m sure of it. Out of all the males at this table, you are the best, Lazarus. At least, you are to me.”

Lazarus felt like the biggest dick. He hadn’t even had a chance to explain to Jenna what had happened.

“I’m not a nice guy,” he growled. At least, Jenna wouldn’t think so for long. He had agreed to pretend to date Jenna so that she and Gideon could be together. The male was not part of the elite ten so was not permitted to partake in any of the females. Lazarus was supposed to buy them time by taking Jenna to the next round with him but plans had changed. At least, he had thought they had changed, but maybe not.

Fuck!

He burned to go over to Alexandra, to throw her over his shoulder but only after he put his fist through Lance’s teeth first.

Fuck him!

He had to damn well keep his cool. He fucking had to. If the female wanted a dickhead like Lance then good luck to her. He was not going to involve himself.

Jenna was saying something about the fucking weather or something. He listened with half an ear because as much as he hated it, his focus was still on Alexandra. On how her hair fell in curls around her face. On how long and slender her neck was. On the smattering of freckles across her nose. On how sexy as fuck black looked against her porcelain skin.

Fucking Lance leaned across, his nostrils flared. “We are thrilled to have human females on our soil. Fucking ecstatic.” Fuckface said, his eyes drifted to Alexandra’s mammary glands. Of course a male like Lance was ecstatic…it was like fucking Christmas around here and most of the presents had his name on them. What had he called it? Open season. Fuck!

Thankfully Alexandra didn’t seem as affected as some of the other females. She wasn’t giggling or flicking her hair back or doing any of the other mating signals he had seen others of her species do. It helped to calm him. “So I’ve heard.” She said as she leaned towards Lance. Lazarus had to force himself to stay seated. “Listen, I heard that you guys get around. Is that true?” No fucking way. She didn’t just ask that. A fucker like Lance would take it the wrong way.

His eyes lit the fuck up. Lazarus could see the glee and the excitement on Lance’s face. He thought he had her. Please fucking no. Alexandra didn’t strike him as the kind of female that would fall for that fucker’s one liners. “Vampires are sexual creatures.” Lance purred. “We like to fuck…often and hard.” Lazarus felt his blood boil as Lance spoke. “Are you here for a good”—the male paused while he licked his chops—“hard”—another pause while his eyes moved back to her chest—“fuck?”

Alexandra’s mouth fell open in what looked like a good dose of shock with a side portion of horror. Air returned to Lazarus’ lungs but his hands clasped to fists at his sides. Lance didn’t notice or he just chose to ignore her reaction. From the predatory look in the fuck’s eyes, he took her silence as a yes.

Lazarus turned to Jenna and tried to smile. “Please excuse me for a second.”

“Sure.” She smiled back. The waiters filed in with plates and began to serve dinner. A welcome distraction.

Lance moved in a bit closer. Too fucking close. “If you are, then you’ve come to exactly the right place. If you are…”

Lazarus moved quickly towards them. He watched as Alexandra visibly jumped, she made a gasping noise which Lance clearly mistook as a sigh of pleasure. Although Lazarus could not see under the table, he knew that the fucker was touching her. He just fucking knew it. The knowledge burned him deep inside his gut.

“Don’t.” Her blue eyes were stormy. “Let go of me right now.” Her voice was a low growl. Confirmation that Lance had his hands on her. Lazarus bit back a snarl.

“Apologies.” Lance looked out of sorts. Good! Something eased just a smidgen inside Lazarus. He would allow Lance to live…for now. The fucker moved his hand just as Lazarus arrived behind their chairs. Lance shook his head. “I thought that you…”

Lazarus moved to his haunches behind them and directed his attention on Lance. “I told you to stay the fuck away from her.” He ignored whatever Lance was about to say and turned to face Alexandra, who noticed him for the first time. Her eyes widened. “I need to speak to you, Alexandra. Now.”

She shook her head. “Don’t you need to be somewhere?” She glanced towards Jenna.

Lazarus had to suppress a smile. The female was jealous. She was fucking jealous. That’s what this whole thing was about. It had to be.

“Don’t,” the little female growled. Growled. He fucking loved it. She was such a little vixen.

“Don’t what?” He couldn’t help the small grin that formed. Lance had his arms around another female. Already on to the next one.

“Don’t smirk at me. I don’t like it.” Her cheeks were red. She knew, that he knew, that she was jealous. He all out grinned.

“Go away, Lazarus.” Her stunning eyes blazed. “Dinner has just been served and I’m hungry.”

“We need to talk right fucking now. Either we slip out while the waiters are swarming or I will throw you over my shoulder. Which would you prefer?”

He swore that her eyes flared with interest as he spoke about throwing her over his shoulder. Fuck if it didn’t make his dick rock fucking hard. Thank fuck for his jacket. Lazarus raised his brows when she didn’t answer. There was a part of him that hoped she would refuse. Having her squirming body over his shoulder, would work for him.