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“So impatient.” He glides the tip of his aquiline nose over mine, down over my lips, and back up.
I feel my claws sinking into his skin, parting the coiled flesh like butter. My hands get slick when warm blood covers them. If immortals can die in any way, I have no doubt that this is it. The asshole is a master of torture and I hate him for it. As if reading my mind, he crushes his mouth on mine, forcing his tongue past my lips.
Madness overrides rational thought, and I match him, bite for bite and snarl for snarl, clawing at his back and shoulders, sending tatters of his shirt fluttering on the floor. He is not close enough. Even as he is pressed so tight my lungs can barely expand to suck in the much-needed oxygen, he doesn’t seem close enough. Sinking my claws in his hair, I force his mouth as open as I can without breaking his jaw. He doesn’t seem to mind, grabbing my ass cheeks in both his hands and ramming my back against the door that cracks under the power of the impact.
Somewhere in the back of my mind, panic pings my chest that Sebastian is tasting my blood through my lips. Fear, the useless bitch, tries to bring me to reality, sounding alarms in my head that he is about to die. Just because I’m a monster, my O negative blood didn’t magically disappear now, did it? All that goes down the gutter when his thick, hard erection settles at my core, pressing the seam of my jeans between my slick folds. The insanity comes back doubled, ripping sounds from my lips that I never thought possible from a human. Vampire…whatever.
I sound raw, feral, animalistic, and unequivocally not human.
Sebastian sounds the same. If I had a brain, I would’ve been running away from him, screaming. Instead, I need him more than I need my next breath. I bite his lower lip hard, filling my mouth with his blood in anger. I feel like I’m losing myself, and I blame him for it. My hand snakes between us, tugging on his belt. The leather snaps, the metal buckle clinking on the woodenparquet. Pushing my fingers in the waistband of his pants, my fingertips brush against his hard, throbbing flesh.
The loud rapping on the door makes both of us jump away from it as if burnt. Crouched and panting, we glance at each other before focusing on the cracked wood standing between us and whoever it is that doesn’t value their life.
“It’s Eshe,” a husky, accented voice speaks, loud and clear. “Open the door!”
Chapter Forty-Two
SEBASTIAN
April disappears in the apartment, giving me a wide berth. Tremors rake my bones, the tenacious craving for her driving me berserk, while Eshe impatiently raps at the door. The situation is so bizarre that I want to laugh.
Rubbing a hand over my face, I glance down my body. My pants gape open at the waistband, my cock straining the fabric like a tent. My once-immaculate shirt hangs in strips over my shoulders and red gashes from claws are in various stages of healing over my arms and chest. By the damp feeling I have, my back is not fairing any better, and my thigh still throbs with a dull ache from April’s fangs.
A grin stretches my lips.
Unconcerned about my disheveled state, I yank the door open none too gently. If I expected shock or a remark about my state of undress, I didn’t get any. With just a slight arch of an eyebrow, Eshe shoulders her way in, entering the apartment without waiting on an invitation. I guess we are past formalities after trying to kill each other. Who would’ve thought?
“I hope I’m not interrupting anything.” Turning to face me, she looks pointedly at my erection. “But I don’t have much time.”
“How are you even here?” With my hands on my hips, I scan her for burns. I see nothing.
“When there is a will, there is a way.” Dismissing my comment with a wave of her hand, she narrows her eyes on me. “You are not the only one with tricks up their sleeves that prepared for this mess we find ourselves in.”
“Is that so?”
“Don’t play coy with me Sebastian. It doesn’t become you.” Stalking closer, I can feel her probing my mind to bend me to her will. Strengthening the walls I’ve built and pushing her out of my head, I smirk at the surprise on her face. “I almost believed you a fool. When you invited Khan here to see the girl, I was so disappointed.”
Remembering too well the disappointment in her dark eyes the night when the Council summoned me like a child, I watch her, tilting my head. For the life of me, I can’t figure out her game. The rest of them have always been clear with their pettiness and treachery. But not her. Always the one staying quiet, Eshe is the observer of the bunch of old idiots.
“I’m sure you didn’t come here in the middle of the day, risking being beheaded, to give me a compliment.” At her snarl, my smirk grows. “My patience is nonexistent the last few days. Speak your piece before I tire of hearing your words.”
“Cockiness is what got us all to this stage, fledgling.” In the blink of an eye, she gets in my face. The whites of her eyes almost glow on her ebony face, thick red lips are lifted in a warning snarl. “I thought you smarter than that. Do not start proving me wrong now. I would hate that I have wasted my time.”
“Step away from him.” April’s soft voice makes both Eshe and me turn slowly in the direction of her voice. “Now, bitch.”
“So territorial.” With a proud smile and gleaming white teeth, Eshe forgets all about me. I bristle at her dismissal. “I knew what you were before I even saw your face.” Cautiously,she approaches April. “I waited for millennia but dared not to hope. Yet, here you are. At last. I can feel your power struggling to break free.” Turning to glare over her shoulder at me, her bare breasts sway with the movement, making April bite her lips to hide a smile. “What have you done to her?”
“Unless we are talking about setting me up to die, he has done nothing.” April brings Eshe’s attention back to herself. “You, on the other hand, have been hunting me all my life. You have bigger balls than the man on your stupid Council for coming here, I’ll give you that.”
“What do you want, Eshe?” Coming full circle, I ask the question again.
“Two of your humans were discovered and ripped limb from limb last night.” Squaring her shoulders, she looks down her nose at me. “Khan is in a foul mood, you see.” Chuckling gleefully, she shakes her head, sending her braids swinging around her shoulders. “I never thought I’d see the day, but you will never know how grateful I am.”
“Okay.” Dragging the word, April leans forward on the balls of her feet. “And we get to the point in three, two…” She only mouths one, throwing both hands at Eshe like some witch casting a spell. “No?” Blinking innocently at the scowl on Eshe’s face, April sighs. “Nothing?”
“Don’t mock me child, you are not strong enough to fight me right now no matter who you are.” At the uncertain glance that April sends my way, Eshe laughs. “Oh, I know exactly who you are. What I don’t know is how are you not whole? We don’t have time to search for answers.” Turning to me, she finally tells us why she is here. “The Council is assembling in three days’ time. They regrouped a lot sooner than I thought.”
“You are talking like you’re not one of them. You think we are stupid or something?” Inching towards me, April positionsherself between Eshe and the door. “You are not leaving this building alive. I hope you knew that coming in.”
