Page 57 of Guardians for the Vamp
“Well, I very much likeyouin this suit,” I say, checking him out from head to toe.
The suit is all black and sexy as hell against his purple skin. His hair is up in an elegant man bun, and his wings are out instead of having them tucked against his back like usual.
“Everything okay?”
“Yes, why?”
I move to run my hand down his wing, but he grabs my wrist, stopping me.
“We’ll be late if you touch them.”
“What will happen?” I bite my lip. “Would it turn you on?”
He puts the wings away, and I frown.
“Not only will it turn me on, but your touch will make me feral. I’ll rip this dress off you and fuck you up against the window. Or I’ll fold you over the couch and take you from behind. Gargoyle wings are highly sensitive to their mate’s touch.”
I realize he hasn’t let Vara or me touch them during sex yet. I know how important they are to him. But Thorne never puts himself first when it comes to pleasure.
That’s going to change tonight.
“Well,” I say, lust attempting to capture my voice. “I guess Vara and I will need to pay them extra attention the next time we’re together.”
I give him a wink and grab my purse from the table before heading to thedoor.
We walk into a small ballroom at Lanthom Hotel in Midtown. A decent crowd has already formed, enough that Thorne stays by my side, holding my hand as we weave through bodies. The rest of my team huddles around me. I tried to convince Thorne that I no longer needed such an extravagant security team, but he disagreed and added a few more members to tonight’s detail.
The brat.
I spot King Basque near the middle of the room, speaking with a few other supes: a fae, a witch, and a wolf shifter. Not many supernaturals were invited tonight, only SUC members and a handful of other supe leaders. We’re still not ready to extend this plan to the entire community.
Xander’s mate is also here, clutching his arm as if her life depends on it. I somehow missed meeting her at the party I hosted months ago.
I suppose Iwasa little distracted while getting tail fucked on the dance floor.
As I approach, the supes chatting with the couple wrap up their conversation and disperse.
“Xander,” I say once I reach him. He’s already told me to call him by his first name anytime we’re at these events. He claims King Basque is his father.
My eyes immediately fall to the short, plus-size woman in the stunning purple cocktail dress. It has sheer sleevesthat fall off her shoulders and showcase her lovely tattoos: heather flowers and Evangeline lilacs.
She’s gorgeous.
“I agree,” Xander says with a chuckle.
“I didnotmean to say that out loud, even though it’s absolutely true.” I stifle the urge to cover my mouth and hide my smile, but Thorne is still holding my hand, and he squeezes it as if anticipating the move.
Xander notices our embrace but doesn’t say a word about it. Thorne also doesn’t make a move to release me despite noticing Xander’s rapt stare.
“I’m Evangeline,” the human says, extending her hand to me.
I take it, and she hisses.
“Cold,” she says under her breath.
“Unfortunately, it’s a side effect of being dead.” I laugh, noticing the lovely blush that spreads across her cheeks. “You’re not quite human, are you?”
There was a zap of magic between us when I accepted her greeting.
