Mexico," she pointed out and then added more seriously, "I've suffered horrible guilt
about that over the years. Horrible, horrible guilt," Elvi said with a sigh, and then
shrugged. "But now I don't have to. She's bitten me back, so we're even."
"Women," Victor muttered with disgust. "Your reasoning never fails to bewilder me."
Elvi narrowed her eyes and muttered, "We're no worse than you men. None of you
make sense either, and you're the worst, as changeable as the wind."
"What?" Victor asked with surprise, but she'd already slapped the blood bag to her
teeth and he had to wait while it drained.
"What do you mean I'm as changeable as the wind?" Victor asked again once the bag
was empty and she'd removed it from her mouth.
"Nothing," Elvi said, too tired to be bothered arguing with him at this point.
Sitting up, she removed the towel from her throat and got to her feet, then walked to
the mirror to peer at her wound. She'd been woozy from blood loss when Victor had
brought her in here, but aware enough that she understood what the men said as they
kept Victor updated with what was going on. She knew the men had tied Mabel down,
fed her several bags of blood, and given her the drugs Harper had fetched back. They'd
kicked in quickly and Mabel's screams had soon become nothing but a memory.
The throat wound Elvi had sustained had been almost healed by then, yet Victor kept
pressing blood on her. Now she looked in the mirror to see it was completely closed
and merely an angry, jagged scar on her throat that she knew would soon be gone.
Her gaze shifted to Victor as he appeared behind her in the mirror. His hands settled
on her shoulders and he met her gaze in the reflection. "You should be in bed."
Elvi felt her body respond to the huskiness in his voice and stood very still as his eyes
slid over her reflection. The silver had flared in his eyes, burning away the blue of his
irises and leaving them a hot, hungry current of electricity that she could almost feel
caressing her body. She knew she should suggest he leave, or at least demand an
explanation for his distant behavior that night, but her body had other ideas and
simply leaned into him, melting to fit his form.
Elvi's breath left her on a small sigh as his hands slid around her waist then up to close
over her breasts in the red halter of her dress. She covered them with her own,
squeezing them as they squeezed her, her own eyes flaring golden as her body
automatically arched, pressing her breasts more firmly into the caress while pressing
her bottom back against him.
When Victor bent his head to gently kiss her injured throat, her eyes drooped. She
watched through slits as he gave up his caresses to undo the catch that held the halter
in place. The deep red cloth immediately dropped away to hang down in front of the
skirt, leaving her breasts on display.
"Beautiful," Victor whispered, his gaze sliding over her in the mirror. Just the word
breathed by her ear made tingles slide through Elvi and she stretched like a cat, one
hand slipping behind her to seek his hip, the other rising to slide around his neck
making her back arch further and lifting her erect nipples in a plea for his touch.
Victor obliged at once, his hands covering them both. Elvi moaned at the erotic feel as
well as the sight of his touching her. She'd never thought of herself as an exhibitionist,
but seeing their entwined reflection and watching him do what he was doing was
having an incredible effect on her. When one of his hands drifted down over the skirt
of the red dress to cup her between the legs, Elvi groaned and arched further.
Her weariness was suddenly forgotten, but there was still no chance they would be
discussing anything. Conversation was the last thing on her mind now.
Elvi turned in his arms. The men had all changed when she had and Victor had chosen
a casual blue cotton shirt with jeans. She promptly began to tug it out of his jeans, and
then turned her attention to the buttons, undoing them blind as Victor bent his head
to kiss her, obscuring her view.
She had half the buttons undone when his hands slid under her skirt to clasp her
bottom. He only squeezed and kneaded at first, but the moment Elvi had his shirt
undone and began pushing it off his shoulders, he lifted her by his hold on her bottom,
urging her firmly against the erection straining his jeans.
Elvi stopped pushing at the shirt and instead clutched at it, sucking desperately at his
tongue as they ground together. Easing her back to stand on her feet again, Victor
quickly undid the zipper at the waist of her dress. She shivered against his chest as the
light cloth slid down to pool around her feet, her panties quickly followed, leaving her