Page 11 of Some Swans Don't Swim
Chapter Three
Iglanced over my shoulderat my vamps who stood behind me in the entryway of the house and couldn’t help but lick my lips. “You guys are the best-looking bait I’ve ever seen, but please remember you’re bait, not food.”
Jacek winked. “We’ll try to remember that when Krampus is looking at us the way you are now.”
“He better not look at you like he wants to get nasty with you.” I adjusted the collar of my leather jacket with a smile aimed at the three of them. “I’m now officially jealous of a goat.”
“You don’t have to worry, Sunshine,” Eddie said, smiling. “Krampus isn’t exactly our type.”
“We won’t get eaten as long as you don’t either,” Sawyer assured me.
Did I like the idea of them being bait? Hell no. But if there were seven swans who could capture Krampus, then there needed to be a reason he’d go to them. Food was always a good motivator. It was for me anyway, but if he saw me, the one who’d ridded him of half his tongue, I wasn’t so sure he’d come running after how fast he’d split last night.
I turned back to the front door, able to smell the setting sun outside, and gripped Night’s Fall with both hands. I’d just have to be absolutely certain that nothing happened to my loves tonight.
As soon as the Christmas-Eve sun dipped behind a thick wall of twilight clouds, the four of us stepped outside of the house, me with Night’s Fall at the ready. My seraph knife was sheathed at my thigh, a silver rope lay coiled in my pocket along with a pair of gloves to touch it in case I came across any unfriendly newborn vamps, and a god bone stabbed through my bun, though it was mostly for decoration.
The street stood empty. Sawyer said he’d removed the car from the front yard, and the wrecked cars down the street were gone as well, already hauled away. On top of the inches of ice, quite a bit of snow had fallen, about a nice penis length. If weather people measured the snow in penis lengths like I did, I would actually pay attention to the forecast.
Jacek looked up and down the line of houses, his orange-yellow eyes narrowed against the sharp wind. “I don’t hear any jingle bells. Think he took the night off to nurse his wounds?”
“Doubtful.” Eddie pushed up his glasses. “He’s probably more determined than ever to collect a seventh kid. It’s Christmas Eve, after all.”
I stepped off the porch and firmed my lips. “Then we need to stop him before that happens.”
Sawyer strode past me, his feet never sliding once on the snowy sidewalk. “No sign of the devil either.”
“That alone doesn’t feel right,” I said. “That’s not his style to just up and leave like that mid-sentence.”
Jacek nodded as he came up next to me, still searching the street. “He’s definitely the last word type of guy, but not quite like that. And not in the middle of eye fucking the slayer.”
I quirked an eyebrow at him, which he met with a devastating grin.
“We give him the benefit of the doubt because you rejected him. Numerous times,” he added.
Eddie shook his head as his shoes crunched over the snow. “The devil’s like a sad, lost puppy around you.”
“Plus,” Sawyer growled, prowling back toward me with deadly grace, “we know how really, really hard it is not to eye fuck you.”
Jacek angled behind me and grabbed my hip, his hard cock nudging my ass. He nibbled the column of my neck, which turned into hot, wet kisses. “And we know how hard it is not to fuck you.”
A shiver started through me from the power of Jacek’s lips, from the fiery way Sawyer and Eddie were watching. The shiver rolled past my peaked nipples and collected between my thighs in pulsating waves. I almost sagged into Jacek with a moan, pushed him down into the snow, and had my way with him while Eddie and Jacek watched or joined in, but caught myself. I had a job to do. Children were at risk.
“Behave, you three,” I warned. “Our insatiable libidos are going to have to wait.” I thrust Night’s Fall up into the air. “Grab onto me and let’s go.”
Sawyer reached into my open jacket, a dangerous curl on his mouth, and palmed my breast through my thinPokemonT-shirt, kneading it and thumbing my nipple. Jacek’s lips and tongue were now trailing up my jawline, and Eddie, his mouth twitching, slid his hand up the inner thigh of my jeans toward my aching, wet pussy.
Melting into the three of their touches, I somehow ground out, “Take us to the swans.”
Black wings sprouted from the hilt of the sword, and darkness swallowed us whole. My three vamps disappeared from my side, but I still felt them near. I had the sensation of flying, but nothing stirred around me in this void of nothingness.
Then the void spilled us out onto the snow. My vampires were as graceful as ever and landed flawlessly. I landed on my feet with hardly a stumble, the first time ever.
“Victory is mine!” I pumped my arms into the air, but they only got halfway up when a terrified scream split the night.
It sounded young.Tooyoung.
Shit.
