Quench(12)
For now, she let it go. “We walking?”
He glanced down at her stiletto boots. “Why don’t women wear sensible shoes? They do look good on you though.” His wide grin annoyed the hell out of her.
“These are much better to kick your ass with if I have to.” Viv couldn’t keep the smile from curling her lips.
He leaned back into her. “I know how to wipe that look from your face. I much prefer the smoldering, sexy one you had a few minutes ago.”
“So what do you plan to do about it?”
His mouth smashed into hers and his incisors nipped her bottom lip. After kissing her deeply, he collected the spot of blood with his tongue.
“You taste good.” He straightened his shirt and appeared to fondle his balls a minute longer than necessary when he situated his swollen cock in his pants.
It was her turn to chuckle.
The breath left her body in a whoosh when he carried her quickly into the night sky.
“Drop me, bastard, I’ll kill you.”
“Viv, we’re both already dead.”
She joined in his infectious laughter.
Exhilaration lifted her spirits, made her forget she had momentarily lost the ability to fly. Alek winged her through the night sky so fast her voice disappeared on the wind and her thick hair whipped against her cheeks. Should have plaited it.
I like it loose.
Why had that simple statement made her so happy? I’ve never traveled like this before.
I’ll have to carry your ass around more often.
Don’t get cocky, I’m not always going to be at a disadvantage.
Hang on, honey, enjoy the ride. He sped up and in moments dropped down in a secluded part of a brightly lit parking lot.
“Welcome back to the Looking Glass. This time I’ll make sure you see everything.”
Finding seats at the bar, Alek arranged with the bartender to get a private room. Finishing their drinks, they went back to wait on dinner. Human food held no appeal for vamps. But tonight Viv was starving. A bloody steak danced around in her head like visions of the fucking plum fairy.
When the door of the private room opened hair bristled on the back of her neck. A pretty blonde carried the tray over and set it on the table. Snow leopard shifter.
“Hey, Alek, it’s been a while.”
“Hol, this is Viv. Viv, Holly is the manager here.”
Going to stand by the open door, Viv said, “Thanks for the food, see ya.” Whoa, where did that come from? Not rude, never mean unless she had to be, the harsh words she spat out surprised the shit out of her.
“Honey, you won’t have a problem with me.” The shifter smiled and left a tad quicker than she entered. Viv wanted to bump her in the ass with the door. Bitch.
“Didn’t take you for the jealous type?”
Her cheeks grew hot with embarrassment at seeing Alek’s brow slant up in disbelief. Unable to resist the warm smell of fresh blood emanating from the meat, she was drawn to the table.
“Yeah, well, neither did I but we’ll see how you do when you meet one of my exes.”
“Hol and I weren’t a couple, Viv.”
“I don’t care.” Yanking off a piece of steak, she chewed it thoughtfully and licked her fingers dry. Delicious. Processing the new feeling, she was unsure of what to say or do next. Viv wasn’t used to eating real food. Must be the cat’s blood because damn, she wanted more. And was she jealous? Hell yes. She turned back to face Alek, who still stared at her. “Don’t ever touch her again. I’ll drain your striped ass.”
Snagging another large piece of meat, she swallowed it whole. Grabbing her neck, she sputtered and coughed until his hand thumped her on the back, causing the chunk to dislodge and fly from her mouth.
“I’ll have to show you how to eat. It’s something even a cub knows.” He shook open a napkin and wiped her mouth before he planted a kiss there.
Viviana choked again. Not on meat this time but the implication of his words. She’d heard about mating with the Kind. No way was she going to be a goddamn hairy-assed cat. No way.
“Alek, everything going on here,” her arms motioned in the air, “I hope you’re not thinking we’re draga or something? We’re not mates.” Shoving hands through her hair, she wished it was braided so she could feel more like the killer she was. She tried to calm herself. “Shit, I’m not cut out to run on all fours.”
“Relax, we’re having fun tonight. Okay? I don’t expect anything from you.”
“Yeah, well, just thought I’d mention it.” She rubbed her sweating palms down her thighs. Not a normal vampyre reaction either. The warmth and flushes she’d started to feel, now sweating, these weren’t things her people did. It just didn’t happen. Cats went into heat, not vamps. They were coldhearted, dead, damn it.