“God, yes,” I panted. Zacharias Wylde was as dangerously elegant in bed as he was out of it. I, on the other hand, was a starving woman who hadn’t seen a penis in over two years. He was the turtle, and I was the hare, except, in this case, the hare was going to get off first.
“So beautiful.” His reverent tone brought the orgasm screaming to the surface.
His mouth moved to my neck. At the same time he pressed his thumb against my clit and pounded me with his perfect cock, he sank his fangs into the side of my neck. I shattered on a scream of blinding pleasure.
And to think—that was just the beginning.
The man had stamina. As in, I’d already had three orgasms before he had his first. He was a sex god, and I was his devout worshipper. He had me on my back, on my knees, and on my side while I rode him three different ways—ways I didn’t even know were possible.
Around midnight, I was officially tapped out. Not only was I running out of blood, but I’d orgasmed more times than should be humanly possible. I was also hungry and in need of a major recovery nap.
Zack left me lounging in bed while he raided the kitchen. He returned carrying a tray filled with three kinds of gourmet cheese, two types of salami, a bowl of grapes, and a sleeve of crackers.
I wanted to ask him about Victoria but didn’t know how to approach it, so instead, I asked about the house. He called it his haven; the place he came to when he needed to get away. I could see why.
Finally, not able to stand it any longer, I just came right out and said, “You and Victoria were lovers, weren’t you?” I could tell he didn’t want to talk about it. Tough, the bitch almost killed me. “She almost killed me, Zack. If you hadn’t heard me screaming for you—”
“You’re right,” he cut in. “Victoria and I were lovers.” My heart sank. “Two decades ago.”
Wait, what? Did he say two decades? “Twenty years ago, Victoria showed up in Charleston. The master of her former seethe was a sadist. She broke from him and sought refuge with the SVO. I had no choice but to take her in. Not long after that, we became lovers. It was a mistake. She wanted things I wasn’t willing to give her. She didn’t take it well when I ended our liaison. I urged her to find another seethe, I even went as far as to relocate her, but she convinced me to let her stay.”
It was then that it clicked. “She’s done this to you before.”
“His sigh said it all. “Once before.”
“With a human?”
He shook his head. “Another vampire.”
I started to ask if the vamp was still alive when his phone rang. It was Tobias. The hospital called. Tamara was awake and asking for me.
After scrounging up some of Selma’s clothes for me to wear, we drove to my apartment—this time in a BMW Alpina—for me to change and grab my gun. On the way there, I filled him in on what I’d learned about Jessie. When I suggested we stop and question Jessie, Zack had the nerve to say he would handle it. This, of course, led to an argument.
“You do realize what I do for a living.”
He shot me a sideways glare. “You do realize you’re human.”
I glared back at him. “I shouldn’t have to tell you that I can handle myself.” His lack of response infuriated me. By the time we reached my apartment, we were no longer speaking to each other.
Once the shock at discovering that I had a new bed, rug, nightstands, and lamps wore off, it took me ten minutes to get ready. On the way out the door, I snagged my phone from the charger.
Right as we entered Tamara’s hospital room, the ants started crawling. I immediately clocked the vampire sitting at her bedside. Stupid Diana. I knew better than to walk into a strange room with my shields down. Time to get your head out of sexville and back into the game.
Zack stepped inside the room and paused. “Gunter, I’m surprised to see you here.”
So this was Gunter. He had blond hair, blue eyes, and a disapproving scowl on his face.
Gunter took one look at us, and whispered, “What have you done?”
Zack tensed beside me. “Now is not the time.”
The chair scraped across the floor as Gunter pushed to his feet. “You banished Victoria—for this?”
“Stop, Gunter,” Zack growled.
Wow, Gunter was a dick. And what did he mean by banished?
Gunter’s eyes flashed red. “I can smell her on you. What’s even worse is that I can smell you on her.”
Whoa, seriously? Neither of us had time to shower, but damn, that’s just TMI.
Zack was beside me one minute and the next he was across the room and all up in Gunter’s business. Whispered words were shared before Zack turned and motioned for me to go ahead.
Ignoring Gunter’s glare, I exited the room. Wow, he really didn’t like me.
Poor Tamara looked awful. Her face was gaunt, her skin sallow, her hair a mess of tangles. Hundreds of bite marks covered her face, neck, and arms. Something horrible had happened to this woman. Her eyes opened. She let out a surprised gasp when she saw me
