Page 150 of Fallen

“You won’t. Now drink.” I lay back on the pillows and she climbed on top of me, thighs open and curved around my hips.

“Yes…” She sank those sharp little fangs into my neck like a ravenous animal and sucked hard.

I grimaced. “Easy now, badass. You want to make the experience good for the person you’re drinking from.”

“Sorry,” she said in a garbled voice, fangs still locked on me. But she eased off.

“That’s it,” I murmured.

She was more vampire than human now. As she fed, the aphrodisiac from her saliva entered my bloodstream and for the first time ever, I felt the rush. My dick jerked. I was instantly, painfully aroused, my tip pressed against her slick sex.

I ached to push inside her. But she was a newborn, her body tearing itself apart and remaking itself as a supernatural being. Sex was off the table for at least another week—her delicate body couldn’t take it—so I gritted my teeth and bore it.

Her sucking slowed. Her muscles went lax and a minute later, she was asleep, sprawled on top of me.

I indulged myself by stroking her back, her bottom. Then I stood up, bringing her with me, and let us out of the vault. Back in my bedroom, I tucked her into bed and headed into the shower to rub one out. It was the only way I was going to get any work done that night.

* * *

“Twilight was right.” Talon stalked into my living room, Cain behind him. “Eden was a spy.”

Cain nodded agreement, his mouth a thin line. “All the evidence points to it.”

“Fuck.” I rose from the chair near my bedroom where I’d been seated, keeping eye on Twilight.

A third day had passed, and she seemed to have made it through the worst of the transition. Her fangs had reached their full length, and at night, her skin shimmered with an inner light.

I wasn’t ready to relax my vigilance yet, though. She was too precious to me.

The funny thing was, I understood things about my parents I never had before, like why losing my mother had driven my father half-mad. He must’ve felt like his soul had been torn out of his body.

I dragged my gaze from Twilight’s unmoving body to Talon. He’d stopped nearby, fists clenched, his body vibrating with a very un-Talonlike tension.

“You have proof?” I asked.

Up until now, the only thing we’d had against Eden was that she’d broken her contract with us.

Cain answered. “I hacked into her Halifax bank account. The morning after she left, she withdrew all the money and closed it. She must’ve saved every penny she earned as a thrall. But the clincher is that three weeks ago, she received a hundred thousand Canadian from an offshore bank.”

My mouth tightened. “What about Adrian?”

A vein pulsed in Talon’s temple. He wasn’t just pissed off, he was frantic in his laconic, understated way.

“Adrian’s got nothing,” he said. “She’s apparently using cash and a fake ID. The trail’s cold, so I told him to abort and come home. I want permission to go after the bitch myself. And when I find her—and Iwillfind her—I’m going to explain exactly what it means to break faith with the syndicate.”

“Agreed,” I said. “But you’ll have to wait—I can’t spare you for another month, maybe two. Too much is in flux right now. I need both my lieutenants on site.”

Cain wordlessly poured a double shot of blood-whiskey and handed to Talon. He tossed it down.

“Fine.” He set the glass back down on the bar a little too hard. “But as soon as things are under control here, I’m going after her. And when I finally track her down, I’ll make her wish she’d never been born.”

“Of course. Meanwhile, as far as the syndicate is concerned, Eden had my permission to leave.”

“Why cover up for her?” Talon’s mouth twisted. “Let everyone know what a lying bitch she is. It’s not like I—we—want her back anyway except to make an example of her.”

“We don’t need the distraction right now.” And I wasn’t convinced Talon didn’t want her back.

“Brien’s right,” Cain told Talon. “The less said about Eden right now, the better. For the Lady’s sake, she’s just a thrall who got greedy. She didn’t do any real damage. We were spying on Twilight ourselves.”