Page 70 of Act of Brotherhood
Gram snorted. “Praying his prick does nae develop a weird itch.”
Striker thought on it, then nodded. “Aye. Guid point. I’ll let them live. For now.”
With a sigh, Garth leveled a gaze on the Scot. “Go find something else to do. Like taking endless selfies and putting them on the internet. You like that. I’m sure you haven’t updated anything in at least five minutes. Aren’t you overdue?”
“I do nae know. Is there nae a horned hat you should be wearing, Viking?” Striker was in his signature kilt, paired with a T-shirt that suggested he could sparkle. From the amount of glitter showing on the man from his night at a strip club, he actuallydidsparkle.
“I’ve already told you that horned helmets weren’t—”
Striker waggled his brows, indicating he was well aware that he was getting on Garth’s last nerve. “Someone stake the vamp so we can go to dinner. I’m hungry.”
Boomer raised his hand, his catlike violet eyes holding mischief. “I’ll do it.”
Blaise sat up, his hand darting into the air. “I’ll help.”
Garth eyed Auberi. “Your own kind wants you dead. Why am I not surprised?”
“Eat me,” snapped Auberi.
“No stealing my staking sunshine,” Boomer said in Blaise’s direction. “Pun intended.”
Hans and Jannick laughed.
“Kitty, yer wife would kill you. That’s her family,” reminded Striker as he did a blatant ball scratch. “Or have you forgotten she’s apparently from their line of vampires?”
“How can I forget?” asked Boomer. “Blaise and Auberi remind me of it all the damn time.”
“Because cats are stupid,” added Striker. “You have to tell them things over and over again.”
“You have some serious hang-ups with me being able to shift into a panther,” said Boomer, grinning. There was a time when genuine smiles from Boomer were rare and far between. It was good to see that he’d found happiness. “You have cat-shifter envy, don’t you?”
“Yer a pain in the arse.” Striker permitted his lower jaw to begin to change shape. His teeth lengthened, taking on the look of a wolf rather than human. He snapped his jaws at Boomer.
Boomer laughed as if the action was the funniest thing he’d seen lately.
“I vote we have the cat and dog fight it out,” said Blaise from the back. “It would be more entertaining than the Viking and Auberi. I’m bored to death, and I came into this missing a pulse. Shifters are morons.”
Boomer smiled even wider. “At least we’re not reanimated corpses.”
Gram whistled. “Guid one.”
Auberi cast the cat-shifter a sideways glance. “I’m sure your mate willlovehearing your views on vampires, seeing as how sheispart vampire.”
Gulping, Boomer shook his head. “Never mind. I love vampires. Really wish I was one.”
Striker faked a cough. “Pussy.I’m glad I’m nae married. Mating takes powerful men and reduces them to sniveling fools. I’ve lost track of the number of men who have fallen victim to it lately. There has been an epidemic of mating. I’m scared I’ll catch it.”
It was true. Therehadbeen a rash of matings throughout PSI and its subdivisions. It was as if a matchmaking fairy had decided to pay the organization a visit. Garth hoped the little shit left before it got to him. The last thing he wanted or needed was a wife.
Just then, he swayed, and the buzzing he’d been experiencing returned. Flashes of being above Nicolette, drilling into her sweet body, filled his head. He stiffened as he thought about how he’d buried his face in her neck as he began to lose control of his shifter side.
He gasped as he thought about the taste of her flesh in his mouth.
He’d bitten her during sex?
No.
He wouldn’t have done that.
