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look wary in the least. Instead he kept coming, his gaze raking over her as he sauntered forward.
Hellen despised her body for reacting even in the slightest to his obvious and offensive perusal.
“You will eat,” the male insisted, placing the tray on the floor beside her feet. “The master has given me strict instructions.”
The master
. That bloodsucker was one arrogant bastard. He’d get along with her father swimmingly. She tipped up her chin. “And did your master tell you how I am to consume this meal?”
The male appeared momentarily confused. It wasn’t a good look for him.
A low growl escaped her lips. “No? That would be far too logical.”
Unfortunately, the guard understood sarcasm, and he didn’t appreciate it. “You would be wise to not insult Master Erion, female.”
ERION
. She perked up. Finally, a name.
It suits the bloodsucker,
she thought. Overpowering, dictatorial, and mysterious—the name of a male who lived by his own code of conduct. The heat licking at her toes and ankles seemed to flare in agreement. She pressed against the cool metal chains, trying to get some relief.
“Perhaps you could go and ask him,” she said in a pained voice. “Maybe grab a knife and fork while you’re at it.”
“Master Erion is not at home.” The male was staring at her intently, his nostrils flared.
A slow stream of unease went through Hellen. His master was gone, leaving him in charge of a creature who would tempt him in ways he couldn’t possibly understand. His eyes raked her and he was sniffing.
“We don’t need any help or implements,” the guard said, a grin forming on his thin lips. He moved a foot closer, continuing to inhale. “I could feed it to you.”
Panic prickled her skin. Was she really going to have to deal with this right now? With every guard her jailer would send her way?
She steadied her gaze and her breathing and recalled everything her mother had told her, taught her, begged her to use if she had no other choice. “Or you could just untie me.”
The male’s grin widened to the point of maniacal. “That would be the illogical choice. Don’t you think?”
“So you wish to feed me like an infant?” she said quietly.
He chuckled. “You are far from an infant.”
You have no idea how far.
His gaze pinned to her breasts, which were barely contained by the ravaged wedding gown, the guard moved closer, the tray at her feet all but forgotten.
5
E rionwas Pureblood vampire, but he was also a
mutore
. And while that moniker took away many of his rights, stripped him of all respect, it had granted him the ability to live in sunlight—unlike his Roman brothers.
He flashed into the alley across from the Roman and Beast compounds, which were situated next to each other on the moderately quiet SoHo street, and if all went according to the construction plans they’d devised, would be one massive home in just a few months.
Erion liked the idea of the entire clan living together, but it hadn’t stopped him from wanting his own space as well, something that was just his—something he could pass down to a future generation.
He bypassed a decent amount of daytime traffic and headed for the
mutore
compound first. Getting through his own enchantments was simple and quick, and when he entered the house, he was glad he’d chosen this side of the lawn first. Devoid of any of the afternoon’s sunlight, the main living space was lit with lamps and the flickering glow of the fireplace, and it was packed with the entire Roman and Beast crew. Erion heard them before he saw them—male and female, serious and aggressive—but Lycos, with that damn nose of his, was on Erion before he even crossed the threshold into the huge circular space.
“Where the hell have you been?”
“I’m well. Thank you, Lycos.” Erion gave the wolf beast a surly glare as he walked into the room.
“Well, shit. I’m glad to hear it,” Lycos said, his eyes ripe with irritation. “But I want
Hellen despised her body for reacting even in the slightest to his obvious and offensive perusal.
“You will eat,” the male insisted, placing the tray on the floor beside her feet. “The master has given me strict instructions.”
The master
. That bloodsucker was one arrogant bastard. He’d get along with her father swimmingly. She tipped up her chin. “And did your master tell you how I am to consume this meal?”
The male appeared momentarily confused. It wasn’t a good look for him.
A low growl escaped her lips. “No? That would be far too logical.”
Unfortunately, the guard understood sarcasm, and he didn’t appreciate it. “You would be wise to not insult Master Erion, female.”
ERION
. She perked up. Finally, a name.
It suits the bloodsucker,
she thought. Overpowering, dictatorial, and mysterious—the name of a male who lived by his own code of conduct. The heat licking at her toes and ankles seemed to flare in agreement. She pressed against the cool metal chains, trying to get some relief.
“Perhaps you could go and ask him,” she said in a pained voice. “Maybe grab a knife and fork while you’re at it.”
“Master Erion is not at home.” The male was staring at her intently, his nostrils flared.
A slow stream of unease went through Hellen. His master was gone, leaving him in charge of a creature who would tempt him in ways he couldn’t possibly understand. His eyes raked her and he was sniffing.
“We don’t need any help or implements,” the guard said, a grin forming on his thin lips. He moved a foot closer, continuing to inhale. “I could feed it to you.”
Panic prickled her skin. Was she really going to have to deal with this right now? With every guard her jailer would send her way?
She steadied her gaze and her breathing and recalled everything her mother had told her, taught her, begged her to use if she had no other choice. “Or you could just untie me.”
The male’s grin widened to the point of maniacal. “That would be the illogical choice. Don’t you think?”
“So you wish to feed me like an infant?” she said quietly.
He chuckled. “You are far from an infant.”
You have no idea how far.
His gaze pinned to her breasts, which were barely contained by the ravaged wedding gown, the guard moved closer, the tray at her feet all but forgotten.
5
E rionwas Pureblood vampire, but he was also a
mutore
. And while that moniker took away many of his rights, stripped him of all respect, it had granted him the ability to live in sunlight—unlike his Roman brothers.
He flashed into the alley across from the Roman and Beast compounds, which were situated next to each other on the moderately quiet SoHo street, and if all went according to the construction plans they’d devised, would be one massive home in just a few months.
Erion liked the idea of the entire clan living together, but it hadn’t stopped him from wanting his own space as well, something that was just his—something he could pass down to a future generation.
He bypassed a decent amount of daytime traffic and headed for the
mutore
compound first. Getting through his own enchantments was simple and quick, and when he entered the house, he was glad he’d chosen this side of the lawn first. Devoid of any of the afternoon’s sunlight, the main living space was lit with lamps and the flickering glow of the fireplace, and it was packed with the entire Roman and Beast crew. Erion heard them before he saw them—male and female, serious and aggressive—but Lycos, with that damn nose of his, was on Erion before he even crossed the threshold into the huge circular space.
“Where the hell have you been?”
“I’m well. Thank you, Lycos.” Erion gave the wolf beast a surly glare as he walked into the room.
“Well, shit. I’m glad to hear it,” Lycos said, his eyes ripe with irritation. “But I want
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