As much as Dev didn’t want to part from her, after the meeting, he had sent Kate back to bed to get some more sleep. Even though she was exhausted and needed the sleep, his Kate fought him, as usual, but he promised to wake her up in a couple of hours. And since he could hardly wait to take her again, he planned on keeping his promise.
He craved her.
He was addicted to her.
She had only been gone for thirty minutes and already he didn’t know if he’d be able to wait the hour and a half more to wake her up. He was hard as hell.
Dev couldn’t get Kate’s dream about Xavier out of his head. It only solidified Xavier didn’t know Kate was his daughter, but how could that be? No matter how he worked it, he couldn’t figure it out.
Something about this whole situation nagged him. Why would Xavier let his own daughter out of his sight? She could prove to be very useful to him, not only because of the fact she was a dreamwalker, but because it was clear Kate would be very powerful someday, blooded vampire or not. He couldn’t imagine how powerful she would be had she been blooded.
No, he was missing a critical piece to this puzzle. He just couldn’t quite put his finger on it yet.
Dev was contemplating that when Ren strode into his office, sitting down in one of the two guest chairs on the opposite side of his desk.
“I need to apprise you of a situation, my lord.”
Dev sat back in his chair, smirking. Ren looked nervous and ready for a fight and under any other circumstances he should be. Allowing a human in their house without his permission was an offense punishable by death. Fortunately for Elle, he couldn’t do without her and he knew Ren had a brotherly fondness for Elle, protecting her above all else. Well, above everyone else except for him, that was.
He should string this out, but he didn’t have the heart to put Ren through it. He was going soft. Fuck that. Devon Fallinsworth wasn’t soft.
“Oh?”
“Yes.” Ren looked a little surprised, but continued. “Well, you know that Detective Thatcher’s life was in danger and Elle ran out of here earlier this evening to check on him.”
Ren stopped and Dev arched his brow for him to continue.
“When she got to his house, she found three rogues staked out there, but Thatcher clearly wasn’t home. She found him just leaving the precinct.”
“And?”
“And he was unharmed.”
“All right. Is that all?”
“Um…not quite.” Ren hesitated.
“Jesus, Ren. Stop pussyfooting around. Spit it out.”
Ren stood, resolutely.
“In order to keep Detective Thatcher safe, Elle thought it would be best to bring him back here. Just until we eliminate Xavier. I agree with her decision.”
And there it was. Ren was defending Elle by agreeing with her impulsive decision, and by doing so, he would take any punishment that Dev dished out upon himself. Ren had balls of steel. That was why he was his lieutenant and had been for so many years.
Dev nodded. “Okay.”
“Okay? That’s all you have to say?”
“Yes. Except he’s now your full responsibility.”
“Of course.” Ren turned, walking toward the closed office door, turning back before he left.
“You knew, didn’t you?”
Dev laughed. “Of course.”
As Ren left, Dev heard him mutter “asshole.” Good. Even though Kate made him soft in some ways, he could still be hard when it mattered. And speaking of hard, he had slightly over an hour left before he could bury his cock inside his mate once again.
Sixty minutes never seemed so long.
Chapter 55
Mike
He slept like the dead. It was a dreamless sleep. Thank Christ. He never knew when Jamie was going to invade his thoughts, his dreams. He barely woke when a vamp strode in with his breakfast and a fresh change of clothes. His name was Len, Larry, Leo. Something like that. What-the-fuck-ever. He was a vamp. That was all he needed to know.
After Mike ate breakfast, which was admittedly quite good, he showered and changed into fresh clothes. He had just finished dressing when Ren knocked at his door. Either the guy had a sixth sense or there were cameras in his room. He wouldn’t put it past these sick fuckers to watch him sleep.
He only hoped there were no cameras in the bathroom, because he choked the chicken in the shower earlier. He couldn’t get thoughts of Giselle’s breasts out of his mind. Tits he never got to savor. He’d woken up hard and couldn’t walk around with a toddler in his pants all day. He may not actually screw the pooch, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t fantasize about her and what it would be like to taste her pussy, to take her hard against the shower wall. But fantasize was all he was going to do. He’d lost his mind yesterday when it came to her and her luscious body. His mind-fuck boomeranged back onto him and he certainly didn’t intend for it to happen again. His intent was to avoid her as much as possible while he was essentially kept prisoner here indefinitely.