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“She’ll be fine,” I assure him, knowing he worries about her.
“I know,” he says.
“Do what you need to.”
“Tomorrow we will do the same,” he says firmly. “Our priority is Sally and Allie.”
“I was thinking the same thing.” Sally was in the shower, so hopefully she can’t hear us clearly. “We need answers. I’m pissed that we can’t track him. Did Shade find anything?”
“No. He’s not happy.”
“He hates being outsmarted.” He hides a lot of things, but not that.
“He’ll keep looking and call if he finds anything.”
“Good. Either way, Fredrick will be dead soon.” I’ll use every resource I have to find him. We would still be tracking if not for finding Sally. She comes above everything. “Do you think he knows about her?”
“I hope not,” he whispers. “We have to find him before he does.”
“I’ll take care of Sally while you're gone.”
“I’m sure you will.” He smiles, slaps me on the back, and leaves.
I’m anxious, but not because of the witch. Sally’s scent is in my blood. My demon is pushing to be released and take what he wants. Picturing her in the shower isn’t helping my control. I didn’t get to eat the breakfast she cooked me, but food isn’t what I’m hungry for. The first night after meeting our mate, Atlas and I spoke about sharing her. We agreed that there wouldn’t be any rules. Being with her at the same time is great, yet we don’t both have to be present. We are a unit, a team. Our relationship with her will be different for each of us. I need time with her without my brother, just as he does. For this to work for us, that is how it needs to be. We are not as comfortable sharing as shifters. I’m thankful to have Atlas; he can care for her when I can’t. I wouldn’t be able to share with anyone else.
“Luca.” I blink and turn to Sally. She is standing in the bedroom doorway, in nothing but a towel, her hand fisted in front of her, holding it closed. Her hair is dripping on her skin, and I want to lick it off. “Did Atlas leave?”
“He went to see Allie.” I don’t move, knowing she will be underneath me if I do.
“Do you want to play a game?” she asks, tilting her head.
“What kind of game?” I narrow my eyes.
“If you catch me, you can have me.” The last word is barely out of her mouth before she is flat on her back on the bed. “Wow,” she gasps. I hover over her, caging her in.
“What is your word?” I ask.
“Rabbit's foot,” she says, her hand flexing on the towel.
“I won’t hold back. Neither of us has to beg.” I bend my arms and drag my nose across the skin above her hand. “I won’t turn you, but I want your blood. When you are ready, Atlas will be with us. Tell me to stop or use your word if I do anything you don’t like. I can’t be gentle or slow. This is my take. You took last time.” I raise my head and look into her eyes. “Do you agree?”
“I don’t want gentle.” She lifts her chin. “I dare you to make me come.” She opens her towel and raises her hands above her head.
“Do not move,” I order and back off the bed. Taking off my shirt, I enjoy the heat in her eyes as she devours the skin I reveal. My mate is gorgeous. She’s delicately curved. Her strength shows in her toned legs, and I can’t wait to have them wrapped around me. I push off my pants and smile when she licks her lips. “Not this time, Tricks.” I slowly crawl up the bed, caging her once more. Balancing on one hand, I cup her neck, forcing her head back. My fangs emerge. “This time, I want your neck,” I hiss.
“Do it,” she groans.
Fuck. She’s perfect.
Chapter Fifteen
Sally
I’ve wondered what it would feel like to be fed on. Most people would never imagine it, but I’ve had numerous fantasies over the years. I’m not shy, and I usually don’t like being told what to do. I have no problem playing games in bed; occasionally, I’ve let the man lead. It has to be the right man to get that gift.
Luca and Atlas are the right men.
His fangs sink fast and deep. His hand flexes on my neck, and I lean into it, ready for as rough as he wants. There is a time for slow and loving. Now is not that time. I want his possession. He’s been holding back, and I want to break his control. Even though I am submitting to a certain degree, it doesn’t mean he is in charge. I have to willingly allow him to guide me. I love feeding my mates, knowing they crave my blood, and I’m theonly one who can sustain them. It connects us on another level, and although I want to wait to become a vampire, it’s tempting to let him keep drinking.
