you’ll have to drive a stake into
my heart not my buttocks.” His lips twitched as he fought to contain the smile
threatening to break loose. He shook the shirt in front of her face. “Please
put this on. I find your breasts very lovely and distracting.”
She slapped his hand away and almost dropped the pillow in
the process, one side dropping low enough to expose her peachy nipple.
Yuri’s cock nudged against his pants, reminding him of the
tasty treat he’d partaken of, bringing him back to full-alert status, and he’d
pay for that in pain until his arousal subsided. If she kept dropping the
pillow, that would be a while. “Put the shirt on,” he said, his voice more
harsh than he’d intended.
“I don’t want your damn shirt, your healing or anything else
from you. Just let me out of here.” She tried to step around him.
His hands reached out and clamped onto her bare shoulders,
the warmth of her skin sending heat waves rippling through him, keeping his
erection in the constant state of granite. He let go and stepped back, but not
out of her way. “I can’t let you leave. It’s not safe.”
“Why?” She stared up into his eyes, hers widening and her
mouth dropping open. “You didn’t.”
“Didn’t what?”
She rushed to the mirror hanging over the mahogany dresser.
Stretching her neck to the side, she pushed her long red hair back to expose
the white column of her throat. “If you can heal wounds, how do I know you
didn’t bite me and turn me into one of your stinking kind?”
“I didn’t turn you, and we don’t stink unless we choose to.”
“Bull!”
“You didn’t seem to mind my scent before you were fully
awake. You liked a lot of things about me while you thought you were asleep.”
“I’m talking about what you’ve done to me. If you’ve made me
a vampire, I’ll kill you.” She turned and shot him a look of pure venom. “And
when I do, I’ll make it slow and painful.”
“Step outside when the sun comes up, you’ll know the truth
then.” He nodded toward the window. The heavy drapes pulled to the side allowed
a stunning view of the city below. The clouds hung low over the city,
reflecting the glow of streetlights, making it that much brighter in the
darkest hours of early morning.
“I will,” she said, again eyeing the door. “If you’ll just
let me by…”
“You can’t leave until morning.”
“Why the hell not?”
“Cesar’s Dragóns are still roaming the streets as well as
other less-agreeable people.”
“People like you?”
“I’m not here to harm humans.” He sighed. “I came to help.”
“Help?” Reggie snorted. “Help yourself to a woman alone in
the night? If that’s the case, I’m here to stop you and every other bloodsucker
I can lay a stake into.”
“Big words for just one woman. How do you propose to take
out the entire population of vampires?”
“One vamp at a time, buddy. One vamp at a time.” She reached
behind her and jerked a drawer from the dresser. With one hand holding the
pillow, the other swung the drawer against a doorframe, splintering it into
pieces, one of which was sharp and long enough to pierce his heart. “Starting
with you.”
Yuri shook his head. “How can I convince you that I’m one of
the good guys?”
“Seems the only way you’ll convince me is by letting me
stake you through the heart.” She advanced on him, the stick pointed at his
chest.
“Need more help in there?” Torsten’s amused voice called
out.
“No. Everything is under control,” Yuri said, never taking
his gaze away from Reggie’s. He could always put her back in a trance, but this
was much more interesting. He hadn’t felt this alive facing the possibility of
death at the hand and stake of a beautiful woman in a long time. Perhaps never.
The sound of the door opening was followed by a long, low
whistle. “She’s even lovelier fully awake. I can see why you wanted to keep her
to yourself.”
“Not now,