Kai's head spun, comforted as Jake removed himself, and rolled her onto his chest. She breathed in his masculine scent, cradled into his embrace. This incredible man had stormed into her heart, capturing her body and soul. His mark tingled on her neck as a reminder of their bond. As sleep captured her, Kai vowed to make him hers forever.
Chapter Thirteen
Jake clutched Kai to his chest, her energy vibrating through every cell of his being. He'd hoped his Alpha blood would have been sufficient, but the vampire's injuries wouldn't be easily healed. His protective mate had stopped him from sacrificing his own life. Strong and confident, Kai had known exactly what she'd been doing as she fed Quintus. Their rescue had quickly escalated into an erotic interlude with the lethal vampire. He'd planned on exploring Kai's secret fantasy, but this had been an unexpected experience. At first he'd been conflicted but as Quintus bit her, and Kai responded, he'd enjoyed watching her arousal bloom.
The bed shifted and Jake's attention was drawn to Quintus, who slowly stood. Their eyes met, and each gave a small nod in acknowledgement. Jake pressed his lips to Kai's head, tugging the blanket over them. Without a word, Quintus went to the open closet, quickly retrieving clothes, and walked out of the room.
Jake closed his eyes in exhaustion, aware they needed to discuss next steps. With his mate in his arms, his wolf howled, content for the moment. Soon danger would again threaten their lives but for the next few hours, they'd enjoy respite.
Jake turned off the shower, and dried his skin with the towel. As he brushed the fabric down his abs, his mind turned to Kai. She'd come alive under his touch as he fucked her from behind. Commanding her to take the vampire had been hotter than hell. Jake's cock stirred at the thought of making love with them both again, taking things further. He sensed the fantasies that played in his little pixiu's mind, and looked forward to pushing her limits.
Quickly dressing, he glanced to Kai, who lay sleeping peacefully in bed. He knew she'd needed the rest, having fed Quintus. Jake tiptoed out of the room, quietly shutting the door behind him, and entered the main cabin.
The luxury airliner's interior had been recently renovated. Aquamarine printed throw pillows provided an accent to the white leather furniture. A fire flickered on the flat screen TV while big band music played through the surround sound speakers. Jake spied Quintus sitting in a recliner, aimlessly staring out the window into the darkness, a glass of liquor in his hand.
"You okay, man?" Jake asked, walking toward him.
"Have a drink." Quintus brought his glass to his nose and sniffed it.
Jake shook his head at the sight of the expensive bottle of whiskey sitting on the bar. "Logan's not gonna be too happy you opened his white whale."
"Pappy Van Winkle. The man's got taste."
Jake shook his head as he picked up the bottle. His Alpha would be fucking pissed they'd drank it, but drastic measures and so forth. "What the hell? It's already open."
"That's the spirit, my friend. There's nothing better than a glass of fine Kentucky bourbon. It's been a helluva day."
"Considering these babies sell on the black market for upwards of five thousand dollars, I'm not thinking the Alpha's going to see it that way." Jake poured a generous portion and set down the bottle. He held the glass up to the light, observing its legs. "Pretty sure he's going to ream both our asses."
"I'll replace it," Quintus sniffed. "Besides, you're an Alpha now."
"That may be true, but number one, I don't have a pack. Tiny detail, I know." Jake laughed and crossed to sit on the sofa. "And number two, you don't know Logan very well. He takes few things seriously but his bourbon is one of them."
"Maybe he shouldn't have left it out?" Quintus shrugged, a corner of his mouth tugging upward.
"I'm pretty sure this bottle was put away. Like far away. In the back."
"It wasn't locked."
"Tru dat." Jake took another sip, enjoying the warm delight burning over his tongue. "It's smooth, that's for damn sure."
"It's the wheat."
"No to the rye. Yes to the wheat." Jake nodded.
"I spent a few years in Kentucky. Had a horse that ran the derby," Quintus told him.
"Did he win?" Jake asked.
"No. Was going to run him again but he got hurt. Osselets. Couldn't bear to see the old fellow in pain so I put him to stud."
"Nice." Jake studied the contours of Quintus' face. A handsome man, his youthful face was offset by the darkness in his eyes. Jake found it interesting that the lethal vampire had compassion for an animal. Osselets injuries were common to racing horses, and often trainers would push them after it had healed.