Page 90 of Fangs for the Memories
I dislike it very much.
“What is happening?” I say through fangs.
“Um, I think it’s for us.” Grace studies my face, her beautiful head in my hands, her fingers curled around my arms, so tiny and perfect. “It’s sort of the British way of showing appreciation.”
“For the Monster Force.”
“No, I think for us.”
Grace
What I thought was magic, especially in a world now filled with monsters, turns out to be far more mundane.
Although the way Lucy talks, you’d have thought it was the greatest conjuring trick ever presented. But then it’s not often she even bothered to talk about her work, so it’s fun to see her so animated, chattering with the others as we sit in a private salon in one of the best hotels in London.
Ferenc insisted, of course. Not that anyone was going to refuse, not when everything was paid for, including a spread of afternoon tea the likes of which I don’t think any of us have seen.
I’m pretty sure Lazlo and Sándor haven’t seen this much food either, the way the pair are tucking in.
“Did they do a good job?” Ferenc murmurs in my ear, wrapping his arms around me from behind.
“Of eating? Yes, they did an excellent job.” I laugh as he slides over the back of the low couch next to me.
“That’s my boys.” Ferenc chuckles, sliding a hand over my stomach. “I hope our pups are just like them.”
“Eating us out of house and home?”
He nuzzles at my neck. “We’re going to have plenty who can try,” he says, sending a shiver of excitement through me. His nostrils flare.
“Are we free to do what we like?” he rumbles.
“According to Lucy, you are free to do whatever you want. The High Court granted you both a pardon and all the relevant rights under that act she’s always going on about.”
Ferenc rumbles a growl under his breath. “I suspect Dominik had something to do with it, but the crusty old vamp isn’t going to let on until he wants something.”
“Crusty old vamp.” It’s my turn to laugh. “I don’t think Lucy thinks that way.”
I look over at my friend, surrounded by everyone. She’s positively glowing with life, even if Dominik is nowhere to be seen.
“He’s had centuries to work on his charm,” Ferenc rasps.
“So, you think he’s charming?” I tease.
It means I get a set of fangs scraped up the skin of my throat, sending my stomach into knots and soaking my knickers.
“Forget charming. I need to be sheathed in you as a matter of some urgency,” my werewolf growls. “I need to claim you as mine before anything like this happens again.”
“You mean my ex denouncing you as a monster and attempting to get the entire British establishment to crush you? I don’t think Mark will be doing any such thing for a long time.”
I catch Kezia’s eye, and she gives me a knowing wink. I never had any doubts about her abilities as a private investigator and all round badass, but she has surpassed herself in the information she dug up on Mark, enough to send him to prison for a long time.
Which is why you never poke a werewolf, not if you don’t want to end up being bitten.
Although, right now, it’s the one thing I want as Ferenc nips at me.
“You never need to concern yourself with him again, kedves. Only growing our pups and enjoying my cock,” he murmurs, tongue lapping behind my ear.
“Will you two get a room?” Sophia bellows.
