around his cock. “That’s fine. I thought you were asking me if you would make an okay woman. I guess I wasn’t really listening…never mind.” She flapped her hand. “It’s fine…it’s okay.”
For a second there his body was convinced that she meant that it was okay to suck him off. Then he realized that she had meant that it was okay for the males to call her later. At first, he felt irritation that she wasn’t going to suck him off, then he felt irritation that he wanted her to. Then he felt seriously pissed, all over again, that she had said that she hadn’t enjoyed his mouth on her. “Now fuck off, both of you,” he snarled, a little more harshly than intended.
“Sorry if we scared you.” Brynn grabbed Amber’s hand and kissed it.
Lance had to bite back the urge to get physical with the youngster. Why wasn’t the male obeying him…immediately?
“Yeah…so sorry… I hope that you will give my offer some—” Kai was also reaching for her hand.
This time a low growl did erupt. He felt his chest vibrate. Kai glanced his way before quickly averting his eyes. “Chat later,” he whispered and followed Brynn.
The human huffed out a breath, her eyes firmly on the retreating males.
“Children,” he muttered. “Next time be sure to move away when males are about to fight.” He locked eyes with her. “What is it with you humans? My friend is mated to a female that also insisted on throwing herself between two males in the midst of battle.” He had to smile just thinking of Sarah. “She can’t be in the same room as a spider for shit but is willing to risk her neck to stop a fight. You do know that you will come off better if you were to throw yourself under a bus?”
“I couldn’t just stand around and watch them hit each other.”
“No, not stand around. I said move away, as in, take steps in the other direction, ideally at a run. When vampires get like that they see red. Young fucks like those two don’t think about consequence. I need to have a word with Zane about it.”
“Well, thank you…I guess. Although I’m not so sure why you would want to help me.”
This female was clueless. She had males coming to blows over her yet she still had no idea. “Because I like this shirt.” He looked down at the garment before meeting her eyes once more which were a light brown. They had flecks of green inside them. Pretty. He didn’t know why the females insisted on calling him that. Now eyes like hers, fuck, now that was pretty.
She frowned. “What does your shirt have to do with it?”
He threw her a half smile. “Blood stains are difficult to remove. Especially human blood.”
“That’s not funny.”
“Good thing I wasn’t joking then. Come.”
She visibly jumped at the use of the word. He had to suppress a chuckle but only because he wanted her to listen to him. “I’ll walk you back to your room,” he added, still having to try hard not to grin.
“No. I can manage on my own, but thank you.”
Always so fucking polite. “I insist.”
“I would rather you didn’t.” She tapped a foot. It was sexy as fuck.
“Why? Are you afraid I’ll talk my way in?” He quirked a brow.
Her eyes narrowed and her sexy as fuck mouth pouted for all of two seconds. “No. You are so not ever going to see the inside of my room.”
He made a snorting sound. “I was talking about your pussy, not your room.”
She gasped. “Why do you have to be so damned rude?” The scent of her arousal was suddenly thick in the air and the female squirmed. “You can forget about seeing the inside of my…” She huffed out a breath. “The inside of my…”
“Pussy,” he supplied. “Pussy.” He repeated while watching how her face turned bright red and how her eyes couldn’t meet his. “Say it.”
“No. Forget it. I won’t.” She spun and began walking towards the human accommodations.
He fell in next to her. “It’s too late. I’ve already seen the inside of your pussy. What
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