NocC 012 - Caridad Pineiro - The Vampire's Consort - Harlequin 2012-04 Read Online Free PDF

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    The stench of whiskey carried across the distance to her, turning concern to anger.
    “Do ya know what time it is?” she said, striding straight up to the obviously inebriated pair of vampires and jamming her hands on her hips.
    “Time for bed,” Jamie said with a wink as he proceeded to lug a stumbling Adrian up the stairs to his bedroom.
    Eliza closed the door behind them and chased the pair, thankful for Jamie’s size and his apparent lack of total drunkenness. She didn’t know how she would have hauled Adrian up the stairs by herself in the state he was in.
    Jamie brought Adrian to the edge of the bed and then released him. “Timber,” he said with glee as his friend toppled onto the bed and groaned when he hit the mattress.
    “You’re not my friend,” Adrian mumbled into the mattress where he had just done a face plant. Jamie chuckled, but as Eliza shot him a glare, his mirth dimmed. A little.
    Eliza moved to the edge of the bed and grabbed hold of Adrian’s arm, trying to pull him onto his back so she could remove the clothes that reeked of whiskey. His undead weight was too great for her, so she stared at his friend, who lingered by the bed, clearly finding the situation humorous.
    Anger flared through her, but she tamped it down because she needed Jamie’s assistance. “Would you please help me?”
    Jamie chuckled again, but did as she asked, maneuvering a nearly unconscious Adrian onto his back in the center of the bed where she could tend to him.
    “Thank you,” she replied demurely, earning yet another round of laughter from Jamie.
    “I know that cost you, Eliza. I’d be mad as all hell if it were me who had to hold his head and watch him puke,” he said, before quickly adding, “At least he hasn’t fed. Should make it not quite as foul.”
    “I should say ‘thanks’ for that at least, but it would have been nice if either of you had answered the phone so I wouldn’t have been half out of my mind with worry,” she admitted as she unbuttoned Adrian’s shirt, exposing the leanly muscled lines of his chest and midsection.
    “We were fine. He’ll be fine, although he’ll have a hell of a hangover,” Jamie said, bending once more to help raise his friend so she could yank off the shirt.
    Considering how much alcohol it took for a vamp to get liquored up, she supposed he would, which was the least Adrian deserved for worrying her. She thanked Jamie again and shot a quick look at her watch.
    “It’s late. You have time to get home before dawn, but if you’d like, you can bed down here tonight,” she offered, thankful for all that Jamie had done despite getting Adrian shit-faced.
    Jamie surprised her then by glancing from Adrian to her and back. “While I appreciate the offer, I think it’s best if I left the two of you to sort this out by yourselves.”
    Eliza wanted to ask what there was to sort out, but Jamie didn’t give her a chance. With a blast of vamp speed, he raced out of the bedroom and only a few seconds later came the sound of the front door opening and closing.
    Adrian groaned again, probably lost in some drunken dream, she thought as his muscles twitched beneath his skin. She undid the button on his jeans, carefully shifted the zipper downward past his very obvious erection.
    Her hands trembled and she licked her suddenly dry lips as she yanked away the rest of his clothes to reveal the perfection of his masculinity.
    While both John and Jamie were all big overblown power, Adrian’s lethally lean body had not an ounce of spare flesh or unnecessary muscle, except for his dick. His dick, jaysus but women would remember that gorgeous cock inside them, she thought, fisting her hand to keep from reaching up and running it along the perfection of his erection. Fighting the urge to cup the equally magnificent balls nested in the ebony curls between his legs.
    “Cold,” he murmured in his sleep/stupor and Eliza bent to grab a comforter draped over the seaman’s