Hagen, Lynn - Montana's Vamp [Brac Pack 16] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic ManLove) Read Online Free PDF Page A

watching as Montana raced around looking for something to block the sun out.
    “I’ll order heavy drapes,” Montana said as he looked around frantically. “Hang on, I’ll be right back.” Montana shot from the room in search of something to block the windows.
    “Where’s the fire?” the warrior Storm asked as he came out of his room, closing the door.
    Montana skidded to a halt and spun around. “I need something to block the windows. What do you have?” He glanced at his watch and then back up at the warrior.
    Storm walked into his room then came back out holding a comforter. “Best I have.”
    Montana grabbed it, running back down the hall to his bedroom. He jumped up onto the window seat, damn near falling back as he tucked the blanket into the corners. He jumped down, grabbing the blanket from the bed as he covered the other one. “Let me know if it’s not enough.”
    “Okay.” Gabby pulled his legs to his chest as he lay on the bed.
    “Get some rest. I’ll make sure it doesn’t get too bright in here.” Montana frowned at the way his mate was scratching at his throat. Had he lain in poison ivy while trying to hide? Montana stepped closer, reaching down to stop his fireball from scratching his skin off. “What’s wrong?”
    “Hungry,” Gabby whimpered.
    Montana caressed his fingers, looking at his mate’s reddened skin. “What do you want to eat? I’ll go get it.”
    Gabby whimpered again. The light went on over Montana’s bald head. “Blood?” he asked in revulsion. He cursed himself at the way he had said it, his mate snatching his hands away and covering his face as his shoulders shook. What should he do? “Do you need to…drink from me?”
    “No!” Gabby’s hands shot out as if to stop Montana from coming any closer. “I’ve never drank from a person. The doctor always brought it in a bag and heated it. I think the idea of biting into someone is gross, so don’t go offering me your neck because I won’t take it. As thirsty as I am, I would rather drink toilet water than blood from a vein. The other full-blooded vampires do it, but it makes me nauseous just thinking about it.”
    There he went again. Montana was waiting for his pumpkin to pass out from lack of oxygen. How the hell did he speed talk like that? “So how are you supposed to eat?” The thought worried him. If Gabby was used to having blood brought to him in a bag, what the hell was Montana supposed to do?
    Gabby shrugged.
    “I’ll talk with Doc, see what he thinks, okay?” His mate nodded as he balled into himself and closed his eyes. Montana closed the door quietly as he went in search of Nicholas. It was too early for him to leave for the clinic. He had to be somewhere around here.
    He found him in the kitchen, eating a grapefruit half and reading the paper. Didn’t he know he couldn’t get fat? Something in the wolves’ saliva prevented their mates from gaining extra poundage.
    “Gabby’s hungry.” Might as well get to the point.
    “I know. I have to get his medical records, find out what blood type he has been taking. With his diabetes, I don’t want to chance harming him.” Nicholas sat his spoon down. “Maverick is calling Prince Christian now to see if he knows the vampire doctor who took care of Gabby.”
    Montana growled, “So he’s supposed to go hungry until then?”
    Nicholas turned in his seat and look up at him, a twinkle in his eye. “You could always try and feed him yourself. You are his mate after all.”
    Montana ran a hand over his head as he sighed. “I offered, but he refuses to drink from me. Says it makes him nauseous just thinking about it, I think. He talked so damn fast I barely understood a word he said.” Montana chuckled. He was going to have to take a speed-listening course just to communicate.
    Nicholas picked up his cup, sipping at his coffee. “I’m sorry, Montana. Until I know, I won’t risk harming him.”
    An idea formed in Montana’s brain as he watched the