Текст книги "Take Me"
Автор книги: T. A. Grey
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Chapter 13
Felicity went on at home as if nothing had happened. She hadn’t heard anything of Dom since she left him two days ago.
It felt like so much longer than that. Two days since Grayson let her leave, tears swimming in her eyes, and her begging him to let her go. He’d let his men take her home. They still guarded her with the one named Graham filling up her kitchen with his bulk while the other guarded outside.
That was fine with her. She buried herself in work. Beth came over to help on her days off. Also, she’d been slowly breaking Beth down. Today, she planned to make her friend divulge her juicy gossip about what happened that night with Lucas Blackmoore at the theater.
At precisely seven o’clock Beth sauntered in with prompt timing. The girl was the complete opposite of a procrastinator. If she said she’d be somewhere come rain, snow, or a flat tire she’d still manage to make it there on time.
Beth wore a little smile. Felicity poured her a cup of tea with her already boiling water then they took a seat in her mess of a living room. Boxes, trash, and wrappers littered her room like a tornado had been through it.
With few words said to each other they started making progress on printing out invitations, gluing the silver ribbon across them, and about five dozen other things. There were two hundred and twenty-four names on the guest list and she had to make spares just in case. Felicity had the patience of a saint. Together they worked, mostly in silence except to compliment the other on their good work gluing ribbons. When they finished with all the invitations, Felicity set her work aside, put her chin on her hand, and waited.
Beth took a sip of her tea. “Okay, I’m ready.”
“It’s about damn time.”
Beth grinned as she started on their next job. Next they had to line the bottom of dozens of square, tall crystal vases with a silver glittering foil. They’d fill them with water before the ceremony then put fresh cut flowers inside. Lady Blackmoore had also helped to choose the flowers since Felicity could not talk to either Dom or Julianna for help. It should have been Julianna’s choice but the woman had been incognito since she tried to escape from Dom’s clutches—not that Felicity blamed her—at all. It surprised her that actually they shared something. She understood the need to get away from the man.
For the flowers they were going with creamy white lilies tied with a dark grey ribbon in a perfect bow. They put in special orders from more than a dozen shops all across the city to get the amount they needed in such a hurry. Luckily they were all in season right now, and no one said no to the Blackmoores.
“So what happened with you and Lucas?”
Beth darted her eyes away as she pretended to focus on hot gluing the foil in a vase. “So he chased me out of the theater, right?”
“Right and I have no idea why.”
Beth sighed, the soft sound fluttering. “I didn’t know he did until I went outside and felt him behind me.”
“Why did you run?”
Beth was a hard woman or at least she tried to be but Felicity saw that she had just as many weaknesses as anyone else. Beth simply hated to air them out. Leaning forward, Felicity touched Beth’s hand. “It’s okay you know, I won’t tell anyone. It’s not like I have a lot of friends.” True, Beth was her only friend but they were close and that’s all that mattered. She’d take quality over quantity any day.
“Honestly, I started to have a panic attack. I get them sometimes when I’m really overwhelmed. And, well, I’ve never had Lucas Blackmoore look straight at me like that with that...look.” She shivered but still couldn’t meet Felicity’s gaze. “I started freaking out. I felt like I couldn’t breathe so I left.”
Felicity grimaced. She knew all about the Blackmoore’s “looks”. Felcity decided to play nice and not correct Beth on her interpretation of the night’s event. Felicity would say Beth fled the theater rather than simply left it. But she let Beth have her understatement so she could hear the rest of the story.
“Why did he run after you? It was almost romantic.” Felicity grinned as she moved onto gluing the next vase.
Beth’s cheeks burned dark. “So, he took me to his place saying he needed to talk to me. I’ll tell you it wasn’t romantic. He moves way too fast, but at least he didn’t live far from the theater. The man looked down right pissed off like I’d made him angry.”
“And you just went with him?”
Beth jabbed a thumb in her chest. “Hello, human here with a gimp leg. What was I going to do? Out run a vampire?”
“Point won.”
Beth gave her a haughty look. “As always.”
Felicity pretended to growl. “Just continue your damn story.”
“He took me to his condo. It sits right in the middle of downtown. There’s an elevator that goes up to his floor. It’s like his front door. It was some amazing rich man stuff let me tell you, except the place was an outright disaster. But never mind that. He was so intense. He made me sit down and he just stared at me. It was pretty weird.”
Felicity frowned. “That’s...bizarre. I can talk to Dom if you want and have him talk to Luc about it.”
“No! It’s okay. Now. I’ve had time to think on it and well after we talked it was fine.”
Thank god, Felicity would rather have her fangs pulled out then have to go to Dom for help. He’d find some way to twist her around his long finger and have her swooning in his arms before she knew it.
“So he said he recognized my scent. I admitted to practically stalking his concerts. I played it up to just liking his music though.”
“You didn’t mention your sexy dreams of him?”
Beth choked. “Hell no! I’m not crazy!”
Felicity snickered. “Okay, just saying it would have made things more interesting. That’s all I’m saying.”
“More interesting. I was sitting in Lucas Blackmoore’s condo in the middle of downtown St. Louis after he sprinted me there with vampire speed! I could see the Arch from his window. It was ridiculous already. So, his eyes got all glowy.”
“Glowy?”
“Yeah, and he started acting weird and twitchy like a druggy or something. I started to debate my escape to be honest. Then he told me there was something else that it wasn’t just that I’d been to his concerts. He knew something about me.” At this Beth ducked her head and focused way too hard on the gluing the foil. “He said it had to do with my scent.”
“What was it?”
Beth mumbled under her breath.
“What was that?” Felicity said louder, grinning at Beth’s discomfort.
“He knows I wrote him letters.”
This was getting good. “What kind of letters?”
Beth’s cheeks burned hotter. “Fan letters I guess you can say...”
“Did these fan letters happen to mention how crazy in love you are for him?”
Beth stayed silent. Her eyes diligently watched the pat of glue she squeezed before she pressed a piece of foil to it.
“You did, didn’t you?”
Beth spoke breezily as if she hadn’t a care in the world. “Apparently he liked my letters or something so he kept them. I wrote those years ago. I wrote them while I was in Iraq, you know. He knew I wrote them though. Recognized my scent from where I’d touched the letters.” Beth clamped her mouth shut and Felicity knew there was more she wasn’t telling.
“Yeah...so he took you to his house and talked to you. That’s all?”
Beth pursed her lips. “No.”
Felicity glared at her. “Spill it all.”
“He kissed me.”
“No way! How was it?” Felicity barely managed to pick her jaw up off the floor.
Beth gave her a wicked, slow smile that set Felicity’s own heart racing. “How do you think?”
Felicity remembered Dom’s kisses and nodded gravely. “I think the Blackmoore’s kiss could knock a woman’s socks off her feet.”
“Or her panties off her legs,” muttered Beth.
Felicity and Beth fell into gales of laughter.
The guard, Graham, sitting in her tiny kitchen groaned as he stood. “I’ll be outside. I can’t take any more of this.”
Felicity waved her fingers at him. “Bye, Graham!” The big warrior gave her a dark look as he went out front. The door slammed closed with a bang, and the girls fell into more laughter.
Later that night, Beth yawned off and went home. Being as it was only three in the morning Felicity was still wide-awake. So she turned on the TV and listened to infomercials on kitchenware she didn’t need as she meticulously finished off the vases. When those were done she started on the centerpiece for the two new mates.
The sun had crept up and the guards switched to weres for the dayshift. Her dayshift indoor guard was named Petra. He smiled with only the corner of his mouth and had a slender but very hard and strong looking body. He didn’t say a word to her, just nodded and took a seat at her kitchen table as Graham had done. What a boring job, she thought.
Felicity drank a bottle of AB for breakfast and was headed for bed when her phone made a tinkling sound. It wasn’t the usual tone from receiving phone call. Curious, she dug the very outdated cell from her purse and flipped the top open. She had a text message. Felicity tried to think if she’d ever gotten one before and couldn’t think of one. She didn’t exactly stay with current technology; it moved too fast for her.
We need to talk.
Felicity swallowed, a blush forming on her cheeks. She turned so the were at her table wouldn’t see it. “Goodnight,” she called.
He gave her another nod as she closed herself in her bedroom, heart racing like stampeding horses.
She knew the number it came from and the name next to it: Dom.
No, we don’t, she texted back. A spark of self-satisfaction made her smile at her proud words. It was what he deserved. A minute passed before her phone made that tinkling sound again.
I’ve made a decision about us.
That got a laugh from Felicity. I’m sure you did, babe.
She meant the endearment sarcastically but apparently sarcasm didn’t translate to text.
I like it when you call me sweet names. Shows how much you care for me.
Felicity hastily typed back. Does not. Was sarcrasm.
I’ve made my decision. I choose you.
Felicity panted at the words: I choose you. No, he couldn’t. He wouldn’t. He’d said so himself. Pain throbbed in her chest, but beneath the ache a sprig of hope blossomed.
You go through an awful lot to get laid, Dom.
You know it’s more than that. Don’t lie to me or to yourself.
Even over a text he could be arrogant and high-handed. Yet, he’d figured out her deflection so easily.
Really?You won’t mate with Julianna?
Really, he texted.
Felicity slowly smiled until her eyes crinkled and her cheeks hurt. Good, she texted back. Then she fell back on her bed cradling her phone to her chest like a teddy bear. Pulling the covers over her head, she read all the texts again and again, trying to stamp the words into memory.
I’ll be busy campaigning, but I’ll come see you as soon as I can. Yours always, Dom. He finished texting her as if he’d been writing her fancy letters the whole time.
Laughing softly and still smiling like a fool, Felicity texted back one last time. Can’t wait. -Felicity.
Her words weren’t nearly as eloquent but they were her.
Smiling, she fell asleep thinking about Dominic Blackmoore and being with him in all ways. Thoughts of him even drifted into her dreams that night.
She dreamed in heavy slumber, limbs caught in her comforter and sweat slicking her body. None of that she knew as she dreamed, because she dreamed of him.
Their limbs were entangled, sweat slicked their bodies, his hips thrust. His hard, long shaft, so thick, slid into her wet and hungry. He caught her groan with a hungry kiss, taking it and mixing it with his own. As he brought her to pleasure, taking her on a ride she never wanted to get off, she clung to him with her chin buried in his shoulder.
Her eyes dazedly closed on a particularly delicious thrust. Then he spoke her name and she opened her eyes and froze. Over his shoulder she met the eyes of a beautiful redheaded woman—Helena—crawling across the bed towards them.
Felicity curled her fingers into Dom’s back to warn him of the danger but he only groaned and moved faster inside her. She opened her mouth to scream but nothing came out. Helena’s eye flashed red with evil and then she was upon them. Felicity was caught underneath Dom’s heavy body.
In the blink of an eye, Helena stood on her knees with her arms raised in the air, a long, silver blade glinting between her palms. She smiled, her sharp fangs flashing, and then she thrust the blade down just as Felicity reached her peak. Dom shuddered above her but not from pleasure. The blade stuck out from his back. Felicity knew the long blade had reached his heart.
A different kind of wetness, not sweat, flowed across her fingers clenching his back. She lifted her fingers, shaking to see his blood coating her fingers. As he lifted up from her, his face hidden in shadows, Helena smiled with satisfaction and slinked away.
Shaking like a leaf, Felicity’s gaze went to his chest. A brief sense of relief hit her but was quickly vanquished by the sight of the silver tip, not even a quarter inch long, protruding from his heart. With trembling fingers, Felicity touched the sharp point and felt her skin give on her thumb.
Then as if waiting for her touch, blood seeped from the wound in great rivulets running down his chest, landing on hers until they were covered in his blood.
Screaming, she kept screaming but no sound came. She shook him, tried to grab onto his face and bring it into the light but it wouldn’t move.
Felicity shot awake with a muted scream that evening. Her nightmare still clung to her. She swore she could still feel his thick blood on her fingertips. She climbed out of bed silently and didn’t tell anyone of the nightmare.
Chapter 14
“You look lovely tonight,” Dom said.
Julianna sent him a surprisingly heated look. Lady Greenwich had been taught from an early age to hide her emotions, just as his mother had. Only another reason why she’d make a perfect political bruid. Right now, though, her eyes snapped at him.
“I told you I do not like this, but thank you, Mr. Blackmoore.” She couldn’t even make herself not thank him for the compliment. Such was her nature.
Dom shook his head and grabbed her hand to lead her up the steps to the Maracado house. Gioni Maracado put the blue in blue-blooded. His family came from some of the oldest vampires in the world. There may be some older than his family, but none who had the documents to prove it. Gioni also kept very traditional views politically, and had supported Dom’s father. As long as Dom played it straight, he should be able to secure Gioni’s vote, and thus his followers. And the man had many.
Dom nodded to the valet holding open a large iron door. It looked like something straight out of a dungeon. Gioni did miss “the old days”. His house was proof of that with dark gargoyles crouched on stone pillars around the house, a wrought iron fence enclosing his land, and dark stones making up his mansion. Inside had more dark colors. Incredible crystal chandeliers hung from the vaulted ceilings, and heavy, dark carpets cushioned his feet.
Dom led Julianna into what used to be a ballroom but had since become a party room as the times had changed. Dom began making rounds. Julianna fit in perfectly. Holding out her hand, bowing her head, and smiling when needed. She said not a word unless asked something specific and then she kept her answers simple and quiet, never stirring a conversation. She’d make a perfect bruid. If only she was Felicity.
They received many congratulations as they met with old faces and some new ones. Their engagement had already been announced the day after he met Julianna and Felicity. By now every vampire and were in the world knew they were to be bonded before the election. The deed would be done just in time to secure him the necessary votes to beat Zeke.
A sudden deep and gravelly voice cut through the room. Dom halted in his conversation with an old family friend to glance over his shoulder. His lip twitched with anger but that was the only emotion he showed at seeing Zeke’s presence.
Zeke didn’t have to come to these political parties, but he’d been campaigning as viciously as Dom over the past few weeks. The man at least wore a suit this time though it looked like he’d forgotten to put a shirt on underneath. He wore only a jacket, his pants, and shoes. Yet, when he spoke, people listened. The man had magnetism about him that Dom did not like.
Dom made his way to Zeke who held the attention of many prominent figures in both were and vampire society.
Fucking great.
Dom broke into the circle which naturally parted for him and Julianna. Zeke caught his gaze and Dom noted his eyes looked slightly more sane than usual, not quite as shaky. Maybe the were was getting medicated.
“Hello, Zeke.”
The were grinned. “How’s the lip?”
Dom frowned. “What are you talking about?”
Zeke tilted his head far to the side as his eyes grew faraway in thought, then it snapped back. “I socked you good in the mouth. It’s healed but I know that one hurt.”
Dom stiffened as anger rose high and fast in his blood. He’d forgotten. So much had happened, especially with Felicity, that none of his thoughts seemed organized anymore.
Zeke thought to embarrass him and his pride in front of voters, to make him look weak. He didn’t hide the fact that he’d sent one of his men to try to assassinate him, rather poorly Dom might add. Everyone here already knew about it and not one person mentioned it. It was a man verse man competition to become president and if one died in the process then he was considered weak. If Zeke managed to murder Dom he’d probably end up with more votes because he would look strong.
“How’s your throat?” Dom asked bringing up the vicious bite he’d torn into Zeke’s neck.
Zeke smiled, looking completely at ease that Dom had caught onto his game. “I don’t mind getting bitten every now and then. It’s a were thing.”
Gioni, a short, thin man with slick backed russet hair, and a pointy goatee lifted his glass to get the circle’s attention. “Enough of that now. Zeke was just telling us about his plans for were reform if he gets into office. He already has the backing of Anthony Bennet and Olivia Cash.”
“Of course he has the were support of the council. What he needs is Edgard and Philips’ vote if he wants to get elected.”
Zeke smiled showing a mouth of sharp, white teeth. “Philips is lost to you, Blackmoore. You’ll stand by as I take this race.”
Dominic didn’t let his shock show. “Don’t underestimate me, Zeke.”
Zeke’s eyes glittered, glowing like an animal's. “It’s you who underestimates.”
Gioni tried to lure Zeke into a question of what kind of reforms Zeke would implement if elected, but Zeke ignored him and ran out onto the balcony as if he’d been commanded. Gioni’s question trailed off in surprise as Zeke leapt off the terrace and transformed in mid-air. He ran off in beast form without so much as a goodbye to the very people he wanted to vote for him.
“Show off,” Dom muttered. That got a few polite laughs around him. “The man is not right in the head,” he said to the group.
“Not entirely,” agreed Gioni. “But has made a few good points about trying to join the separated were packs.”
“What he wants would cause chaos and that’s just what he’s told us about his plans. Who knows what trickery he has in his mind? I don’t trust him. I thought you preferred old values, Gioni.” Dom could feel his anger coming up again.
Gioni shrugged. “Sometimes change is good.”
Dom ground his jaw but politely asked, “Since when?”
Gioni ignored his question. “So this is the lovely Lady Julianna Greenwich. I believe we met at an art opening sixteen years back.”
Julianna and he murmured pleasantly, reminiscing about some stupid painter Dom had never heard of. Dom excused himself and made his way to Philips. Philips and Edgar had been sitting on the vampire’s side of the council since it began. They were both well liked and considered pleasantly fair and neutral to the rights of vampires and weres, which is how they kept getting re-elected.
The alliance between weres and vampires worked because of their government. Two vampires represented the vampires, two weres represented the weres and the president sat as a neutral party between them. Yet, since they started this government some seven hundred years ago only a vampire had ever held the presidential seat.
Vampires and weres got together on Election Day and cast their votes for their leaders. It was up to the vampire and were leaders, like Philips to cast the deciding vote based off the popular vote. It was a democratic system, and Philips has promised Dominic his allegiance.
Dom caught Philips’ gaze and watched the older vampire’s eyes flicker with alarm. Philips was not much older than Dom and had been raised the life of a dandy. He knew Dom could take him, and Dom knew it too. That’s why, as he spotted Dom, he made quick regrets to the group he spoke with and slipped down a darkened hallway. Dom followed him, catching his sweet scent of red wine.
Dom followed him, closed the door behind him, caught Philips by his neck, and slammed him back against it. He squeezed the man’s throat for good measure.
“What is this I hear of you siding with Zeke?”
Philips gasped as his hands latched onto Dom’s wrist. “That is none of your business, Dominic. I am a neutral party.”
Dominic growled, his fangs threatening to emerge with the urge to drain the man dry. “It is very much my concern, Philips. What has he bartered with?” That was the only way Zeke could have swayed Philips.
Philips licked his reddening lips. “See here I haven’t made any final decisions yet. He just offered me...” Philips cheeks flushed.
“What did he offer you?” He tightened his hand and loved the give of skin and tendons beneath his hand.
He cheeks turned even redder. “I-I can’t say.”
“The hell you can’t.” Dominic pulled him back and slammed his head into the door with a resounding crack. “Tell me now.”
Philips looked at a point over Dom’s shoulder. “He-he agreed to support a new...amendment.”
“An amendment to what?” growled Dominic.
“Mating laws.”
Dominic pulled back with a frown. “Since when do you have a concern with mating laws?”
The vampire definitely wasn’t turning red from lack of air but embarrassment. “Since I fell in love...with a man.”
Slowly, Dominic released the man’s throat. He fell to his knees, gasping. “Why didn’t you come to me with this?”
Philips looked up at him. “You are too much like your father. I asked him for mating reform too and he denied it.”
Dominic didn’t give a shit if Philips wanted to mate with a man. “I swear to push forth the amendment, and I will get it passed if you give me your vote.”
Philips looked unsure. “I have the word of the were already. However, I cannot make a promise to either of you. I must stay neutral but I will take your vow into consideration.”
Dominic slammed his fist into the door by Philip’s head. Philips flinched and cried out. “I am offering the same thing. Give me your promise.”
“Y-yes, but I will not be swayed by strength. It is time for change, Dominic. If you can’t be the one to make those changes then my vote, and the vote of the people under me, goes to Zeke.”
“You’ll regret this.”
Dominic slammed out of the room. He didn’t waste any time in grabbing Julianna and dragging her from the room. Faces turned to them with curious eyes but they didn’t dare to ask questions. Only after he had them both stuffed in the car did the tension in his shoulders lessen some.
His guards started driving. All he could think of was getting to Felicity tonight. She always made him feel better.
“What’s the matter?” Julianna asked. She always kept her voice pleasantly neutral as if she didn’t actually care whether he answered.
She was so unlike Felicity. He could read everything Felicity felt or thought by looking at her face, or hearing the levels of passion or anger clouding her voice. The woman was so alive, and he wanted all of that for himself, in his bed or on his arm every night. His hands clenched as a wave of pain flared where his heart was.
“Zeke is doing everything he can to win the presidency from me. The bastard’s even using low-handed tactics.”
“I’ve heard talk that he’s mad because he’s been searching for his mate for so long but can’t find her.”
Dom grunted. “That’s part of the reason. He wants to open packs to one another—so the men can hunt down their mates.”
“That doesn’t seem so bad,” she said.
“It’ll be bad once one of them find his mate is with another, then goes into a murderous spree and starts killing. That would be just the tip of the iceberg. The packs are very territorial, they nearly hate each other and they covet their women like precious little keep sakes. If another were from another pack comes sniffing around their women, things are going to get tense. Putting forth a law like that isn’t going to make their instinctive natures go away.”
“I see.”
They finally pulled up to the manor and one of the valets came to open their doors. Julianna stepped out but Dom shook his head and the valet lifted a brow but didn’t open his door.
She turned around before the valet closed her door. “You are not coming inside?”
“I have business to attend still.” He had to go see Felicity.
She gave him a little smile that made the guilt he felt sit in his stomach like bad food. Guilt over many things. She nodded then swept away in her floor-length gown. She walked regally like a fine, gentle bred lady with her back straight, chin high, and hair and face immaculately beautiful.
Yet none of it stirred him.
“Take me to Felicity’s,” he told his driver.
They drove on leaving Julianna to his mother in that big, suffocating home.
She was not what he wanted, but he’d do whatever it took to win the election; even mate with her. The lie he’d told Felicity sat in his gut like lead. Would she ever forgive him?
She must.
He’d make her forgive him, but for now she’d continue unknowing of his deceit. God, what a bastard he was. Lying to her about something so important. He felt like a downright dog.
Dom felt the first trickle of unease hit him as they stopped at a red light. His guards felt it too. They both tensed as their eyes scanned around the car. The scene looked relatively empty aside from the single car sitting next to them at the light. Inside the car, a young blonde woman sat. She wore too much makeup and her lips moved as she sang along to some song about breaking up with her boyfriend.
He and his men never saw it coming because it came from up above.
The light hadn’t even turned green when the driver slammed on the gas. But it was too late.
The roof caved in with a boom as something heavy and solid landed on it. Everyone flew into action. Dom moved too. He ached for a fight after his night and now that Felicity wasn’t with him he didn’t have to worry over her. He let loose.
He darted out of the car to the sound of howls. Weres were strong, but transformed weres were damned powerful. Dom took in everything in less than a blink of an eye.
Five weres surrounded them. They’d dropped down from roof above. They were heavy, muscled beasts, snarling and growling. They also had enough strength in their jaws to literally bite through the neck of a vampire and kill them by decapitation.
Calmly, Dom shrugged off his overcoat leaving him in nothing but his suit. He took on the first were he saw. The beast leapt at him from the roof, but Dom used his speed to slam his shoulder into the were’s gut in midair. The beast flew back into the car sending it skidding across the lane into the blonde woman’s car. The woman watched the whole scene with her jaw hanging open and eyes like saucers.
Stupid human was going to get herself killed. Should be running.
A heavy animal landed on Dom’s back, claws bit into his shoulders and back viciously ripping at skin. A garbled shout ripped from his throat as one claw ripped into his side at his ribs and tore a length down.
Dom reached behind him, grabbed hunks of fur, then tossed the beast off him in an overhead throw. The beast flew across the ground, its heavy body rolling until crashed into a streetlight, coming to a stop.
More came at him. Dom’s guards killed one, then another leaving only two left. One of the weres got in a surprise slash with its heavy paw at his guard. The guard twitched as he fell to the ground. In the next second the were opened its jaw and bit through the vampire’s neck. His guard died in a nasty, bloody crunch of bone and tendon.
Roaring, Dom fought harder. Facing off with a were they went neck to neck ducking and dodging blows, Dom slammed his fist into the were’s face as it came at him and knocked it backwards in a flip. He jumped on the beast as soon as it landed not giving it a second to think, then buried his fangs in its hairy throat and drank in fast, hard pulls. The fur filled his mouth almost making him gag but still he drank, seeing only red and fury. The beast twitched and growled, then its legs stopped kicking. Satisfaction filled him like good drink. The pleasure of winning, of overcoming in a fight was as great a high as the best drugs in the world.
Dom stood and found his last guard facing off against the last were. Together, they approached the beast, each breathing hard, fangs extended, and clothes torn and bloodied. They were ready to fight. Ready to kill.
The beast looked at them with glowing yellow eyes, and then sped off down the street in a furry blur.
His guard started after it. “Leave it,” Dom panted.
Nodding, his guard dialed Grayson and ordered a cleanup. Dom cursed. He felt jacked, blood sang in his veins, his senses were on high alert. He wanted to keep fighting, he wanted to fuck, and he wanted to run wild, or do all of them at once.
He needed Felicity.
With that thought in mind, he stalked to the blonde girl’s car. She screamed as he neared her.
“Hush,” he commanded.
She clamped her mouth shut with a snap of teeth.
“Move over!”
Panicked but obedient, she moved over to the passenger seat. To his guard he said, “I’m going to Felicity’s.”
“Sir, you should wait—”
He never heard the rest of the guard’s warning. He put the little car into drive and tore off for Felicity’s house, jacked, more excited to see her than ever, and driving a red Volkswagen Beetle with a butterfly steering wheel.
