Page 69 of Cloak of the Vampire
“So,” I said, as though I hadn’t just ridden him like I was a rodeo expert.
“I think we should talk now,” he said.
I glanced down at his tired dick, felt my broken pussy, and realized that he was right. It was time. “We have to get up for that.”
He let out a deep breath. “You first.”
Narrowing my eyes, I turned my head to face him. He looked at me with calm, night-ocean eyes. “Why not you?”
He arched his brow. “Do you want to argue again?”
My lips quirked. “If it leads to another amazing fucking ...”
He sat up suddenly, bringing me upward with him, and bit down on my lower lip. He released it and gave me a serious look. “As much fun as it was, it can wait until after we talk.”
To be honest, even though I knew he was right, that we did need to talk, I didn’t feel like talking. Sure, fucking was out of the question right now, but I felt like I wanted to do just about anything else other than talk.
Because I had a feeling that once we talked, this little illusion we created in the past few hours would disappear, and I wasn’t ready for that.
But Ragnor refused to budge, and eventually, we both rose to our feet, cleaned ourselves, put our clothes back on, and sat down like two proper adults.
“Let’s start from the beginning,” Ragnor said as he poured us freshly brewed coffee. “What happened with those men?”
I sipped my coffee before I responded. “I ended up in that park after my failed escape attempt,” I said, not looking at him. “They caughtme, called me a bloodsucker, and while they kept me captive, they tried to reach someone via email, I think, since they didn’t have his number.”
Ragnor didn’t reply, simply sipped his coffee. After a few silent moments, he said, “As you probably guessed, those men weren’t humans.”
I froze, shocked that he’d actually answered my question from before. “What are they, then?” I asked hesitantly.
He let out a rough sigh. “It doesn’t matter,” he said, glancing at me. “I killed them already.”
Something about the way he looked at me told me not to press this. So I changed the subject. “How come we’re back at the Rayne League so soon?”
He looked away, sipping from his coffee. “After you passed out, I took you back here in our League’s private jet.”
That sounded suspiciously like a lie, but it also somewhat made sense. By plane, Nevada was about five and a half hours nonstop to Maine. Yet my gut told me he wasn’t telling me something. “So, when are the rest coming?” I asked, pushing my suspicions to the back of my mind.
“They’ll travel to the last League as planned and return here by bus in a few days,” Ragnor said, putting the mug on the table before turning to me. “Considering you tried to run away, your trip permit was revoked.”
I scrunched my nose. “It wasn’t fun anyway,” I said, thinking back to the Renaldi League and Stefan and his conversation with Logan. Shaking my head, I put the mug on the table as well and leaned back, folding my arms. Because I knew what was coming next, and I had no idea how I would respond to it.
Gently, Ragnor grabbed my chin and turned my head to face him. “We have two choices,” Ragnor said, his gaze locking mine. “One, we can go back to the way things used to be and ignore everything that happened here today.”
I was sick to my stomach at the thought.
“Or two,” he continued, “we can continue this affair discreetly, away from prying eyes and ears, while keeping the same distance as before when we’re out in public.”
I kept my face clear of expression. I couldn’t let him see what I was actually feeling, or he would take option one with or without my say. “We can do option two,” I said blandly. “I mean, it’s basically like the first option but much less dull and boring.”
Ragnor’s eyes searched mine as if he was trying to figure out whether I was lying. I wouldn’t let him know, though, because Iwaslying through my teeth. I was lying so hard I almost managed to lie to myself.
“All right, then,” he said, then cupped my throat and brought me in for a kiss that sealed the least wise deal of my life.
Because he’d said so himself: he would still put me up for Auction. I wouldn’t be treated specially just because we were fucking. He would enjoy my body, and I his, until it was time for me to go.
As for me, I would have to pick up the pieces one way or another.
CHAPTER 25
