Page 67 of Hot Blooded
“Henrick?” Reign calls, and the angry young vampire stops in his tracks, head snapping to us. His chest immediately starts heaving. He bares his fangs at me. This is not the young man I recognize from a few days ago. There is something different in his eyes, his skin, and definitely his demeanor.
His hungry eyes roam over me and his nostrils flare. “Why is she here? You guys keep her for feeding?” Henrick groans at the idea, obviously enjoying it. He even tugs at his hair as hard as he can, leaving it disheveled. What kind of personal hell is he living through? The idea sends a shudder down my spine.
“No,” Reign growls. “She is mine.” He seems to stand taller as he says it, stepping closer to Alastair to block me further from view.
“Please. Give her to me,”
“Touch her and I’ll end you.”
Henrick hesitates, considering the words.
Reign puts a hand on my belly as if claiming me.
“He’s as serious as a tsunami, I’m afraid, my dear friend, Henrick,” Alastair confirms. “Trust me, I’ve tried sharing with him, even just the scraps of her. He simply won’t allow it.”
Scraps?
Reign nudges Alastair in the ribs at his comment, but the words seem to convince Henrick.
“Understood,” the young vampire says on a nod.
“Henrick, this is Alastair, my brother. He’s going to take you for training. Once you can recollect your family, and when your self-control is improved, he will help you meet with them.”
Reign’s words wash over me. He hadn’t mentioned this detail to me while I was away. Would I forget Reign, if he turned me?
“Thank you,” Henrick nods.
“Alastair, you stay and get acquainted. Tressa, let’s get you fed and unpacked,” Reign says, grabbing my hand to tug me away quickly.
“Are you hungry?” he asks as he practically carries me down the hall.
“No. And you can put me down.” I widen my eyes at him.
“Sorry. I don’t like the way Henrick looked at you. So, what do you want to do now that you’re home? Do you need time alone to relax?” he offers.
What do I want to do? Hmmm… I have a few ideas. “Can we go upstairs? I’ve missed you.” I smirk at him with hooded eyes.
Clearly catching my drift, Reign lifts me up and dashes through the house at breakneck speeds. We reach his bedroom in no time.
“I’ll take that as a yes,” I laugh when he sets me down in front of him.
“I’m just glad to have you home,” he purrs, already peeling off my shirt.
I pull his off, making a show of flinging the fabric through the air.
“Are you still…?” he starts to ask.
“No!” I cut him off. Good lord, what is it with this man? “Shut up and kiss me,” I order.
In a nanosecond he’s on me, mouth crashing into mine, tongues twisting around in a desperate attempt to erase the distance between us. I reach down between us, unbuckling his belt, tugging it hard in one hand to pull it through the loops. When I free it, I snap it like a whip, and it makes a loud cracking sound before it drops to the floor.
The sound startles Reign. “Yes, ma’am,” he smirks.
“Pants off,” I say, voice throaty with need as I fumble with his button and zipper. Reign takes over and finishes what I’ve started, stripping down to his boxers.
I drop to my knees in one quick motion and trace my tongue over the straining fabric. My hot breath washing over him. He grabs the back of my head and pulls me closer. I tug his boxers down, wishing I had superhuman strength to rip them off.
His erection slaps up to his stomach and I grab it into my fist, aiming him at my mouth before licking the bead of precum from his tip.
