She moved into him, sliding her arms around his waist, uncaring that Andre and Teagan knew all about Gary. Uncaring that anyone knew. Now I wish we were alone and I had your cock in my mouth. I would do my best to show you the care I intend to take of you, honey.
His eyes narrowed. Against her stomach she felt the hard evidence of his response, growing even harder.
Kislány, you know better than to say things like that around me. And if you do not, you had better learn fast. I could take you right now, hard and fast right up against the monastery walls, and shield others from seeing us. You keep that up, it will happen.
Gabrielle laughed softly in her mind, all the while holding his gaze, letting him know his warning didn’t scare her in the least. If he wanted her that way, she was ready and willing to oblige him. She let it show in her eyes. In her mind. She wasn’t going to be intimidated by something that promised total pleasure. If no one could see, who cared where they were?
He shook his head. She felt his slow smile. He liked it that she was all right with his threats.
We will be taking care of this business fast, my little cat, because I like that you will have me in your mouth each time we play out one of those images you saw in my head.
She bit her lip. Hard. She liked that, and suddenly taking care of business didn’t seem as important as it had. They went through the gates, Aleksei’s hand on her back, guiding her, making her feel safe, his soft, intimate laughter in her mind.
19
Gabrielle watched the reunion between Trixie and her granddaughter. Trixie enfolded Teagan into her arms and kissed her on each cheek. Both women had tears in their eyes. It took their men stepping up, wrapping an arm around each of them to bring out watery smiles while introductions were made. Andre was gallant, leaning down to brush a kiss on Trixie’s forehead, while Fane kissed Teagan’s hand. Gabrielle was happy to share that moment, even from a distance, because the ancients emerging from the ground or buildings were terrifying.
Even if Teagan can really give these men a little more time, Aleksei, I don’t think it would be a good thing for them to be let loose in the modern world.
Gabrielle bit her lip hard, her fingers moving to the bracelet on her wrist. It felt warm and maybe a little comforting. She had no problem with Aleksei keeping his body between her and the seven men forming a semicircle around them—in fact she liked that he was there. Solid. Safe. She could tell Trixie had the same opinion she did. Trixie was plastered to Fane’s side, her worried eyes on her granddaughter approaching the ancient called Dragomir. Andre was beside Teagan, his arm around her, his body very protective. Still, the ancients were both beautiful and terrible.
Tension was so thick one could cut it with a knife. The ancients were no longer men. They were mostly demon, so dangerous their own kind feared them—and Fane, Aleksei and Andre were powerful and dangerous in their own rights. Still, they approached the ancients carefully, without the women, persuading them to try Teagan’s healing stone.
Now, with the ancients sitting tailor fashion on the ground, Gabrielle felt as if she was in a cage of tigers—tigers that hadn’t been fed in months. Years even. The men were large, built like Aleksei, very muscular, with ropes of defined muscle. It was their faces that held a strange masculine beauty, almost as if each had been meticulously chiseled from the hardest, but most beautiful stone on earth. They all had the same tattoo covering their backs and reaching up over their shoulders and down their arms with their creed flowing in ancient letters. They each had long, flowing salt-and-pepper hair. Each had a few scars, showing the fatal battle wounds they had somehow managed to survive. That was where the similarity ended.
Dragomir’s attention seemed wholly focused on Teagan as she came close to him, his golden eyes—and they were absolutely gold—boring right through her. His teeth were very white. Gabrielle could tell because he clenched them tightly as if Teagan invading his space hurt him in some way. Since he couldn’t feel, Gabrielle knew it was because he was holding himself back from harming her. He looked as if ice ran in his veins—the coldest arctic temperature ever recorded. He was more than terrifying.
Gabrielle gripped Aleksei’s hand as Dragomir’s body shuddered, and a low, rumbling growl emerged. Andre halted Teagan’s progress abruptly by stopping and clamping her to his side. Dragomir’s rumble made it clear, the distance was as near as he could tolerate. Her bracelet had definitely gone warm, as if it had become watchful. She tried to block out the low hum emerging from it, but fortunately it was low enough that the ancients didn’t do more than glance her way.