Page 34 of Red Ruin
“It’s candy for you.” Vhex’s aura glows pink with lust. “Want a lick?”
He strokes himself, pushing down his dick to show off his extra features.
A ridge of bone bridges from his pelvis to his cock.
When Vhex flexes, the bone-slide moves side to side, waving me aboard.
“Go now.” I squeeze my thighs to stop a quiver.
At least I’ll getsomethingin return for all the bullshit these dukes are about to put me through.
A shadow tendril strokes my ear.
“Don’t be impressed by so little,” Remy says darkly.
Grinning like an absolute psycho, he yanks Vhex under a cloak of shadows. The darkness pulls tighter and tighter until it disappears in a tiny point, leaving empty air behind.
My silks snap free.
Finally alone in my own head, I stagger against Remy’s desk.
Vhex and Remington—Remy—are…
A lot.
And a lot more than I signed up for.
I’ll have both hands—and hopefully a few other places?—totally full with them.
I chuckle with a throat so dry that the sound comes out a rasp.
Work is work.
The sex is just a perk.
Besides. I know better than to believe anything they say.
Determined to maximize my Sentinel-free minutes, I head to find Cherise. The Farguard needs a plan, and we need it working long before dawn.
CHAPTER8
VHEX
Bat-wings dropsme in the sky above the foothills. His oily shadows feel like shit. This once, I don’t resist.
Gotta have a talk.
I twist mid-air and pop my wings before I crater.
My magic is squeaky-clean and ultra-easy to control thanks to my wifey’s spiritual scrub-down. I pump a few extra flames, enjoying the heat and the rush.
Azrid hovers creepy and motionless, blocking the moon.
The Trezzoran histories claim our sire allied with the first vamps.
So what if our families are tight?
I fucking hate those guys.
