tell.”
Rushe
chuckled and shook his head. He never thought he would see the day when he
actually liked a blood-fucking-sucker.
“I’m
not conceding. Yes…we can ease her need but if I scent you on her…the deal is
off. I will come after you.”
Rushe
nodded. “I feel the same. Don’t underestimate me, vampire.”
Ross
snorted. “I saw you fight. I won’t underestimate you, but know that I am also a
champion fighter.” He smiled. “We can both work at trying to get her to go on a
date. I don’t think she will just agree.” His gaze turned feral. “Though, I bet
I get her to agree to a date first.”
“Keep
dreaming, vampire.”
“At
some point she will end up choosing me. You need to agree to back the fuck off
when that day comes or I will hurt you.”
Rushe
snorted at the sheer arrogance of the male. “When she begs me to mate her, I
will get her to call you and tell you to back the fuck off. I might even keep
the call connected when I make her mine. You’ll be able to hear each thrust,
each moan, you’ll hear her scream as I claim her.”
Ross’
eyes darkened in… lust . The look was gone before Rushe could analyze it.
Maybe he had been wrong. Surely the thought of he and Becky mating should anger
the male, not arouse him. He couldn’t scent either emotion but as a warrior, he
would be skilled at masking such things. The vampire shook his head while smiling.
“We’ll see.”
Rushe
sat forward, his nostrils flared. His dick sprang to life as soon as he caught
a nose full of his female’s honeysuckle scent.
A
few seconds later, the male next to him also sniffed at the air. Ross closed
his eyes and moaned his approval. “I love how she smells.”
“Yeah,”
Rushe growled. “Except, she shouldn’t be here.”
“The
human will be safe. She is the queen’s good friend. Tanya must know that she is
here.” He turned and faced Rushe. “So we’re agreed then?”
“Yeah,”
Rushe answered.
“No
fighting.”
Rushe
nodded. “No rutting…no fighting. I will concede if she picks you.” He said the
last through clenched teeth.
Ross’
neck muscles roped, his eyes hardened up but he nodded in concession just as
the sound of Becky’s voice drifted down the passageway.
Chapter 4
What
the fuck had he just agreed to?
He
should be tearing into this male. A dead wolf couldn’t stand in the way of him claiming
his female. Unfortunately he found himself genuinely liking the male.
Especially after he had fought so valiantly for his alpha and for Stephany. And
especially since he had risked his own life and put himself between him and
that bastard Brant in an effort to save him. He had come to the castle to fight
him for Becky but instead had ended up fighting alongside him. The whole
situation was nuts. There was also that nagging realization that Becky would
have a problem with him killing the male.
Not
rutting Becky would be a colossal test of his self-control. Yet, part of him
felt it was for the best. Sex was something the female seemed to use as a shield.
This way, she wouldn’t be able to hide. He wanted to find out what she was
really afraid of. It had become his mission to convince her that he was the
male for her. Not just for a day, a month or a year. Hell, not even for ten
years but for always. She flinched at the word, but he would get her to believe
in forever even if it killed him. Ross would find out what her real fears were
and eradicate them, all while not rutting her.
Both
he and Rushe leaned forward as Becky came into view. Her blond hair bounced. It
shone brightly in the dull light. The ugliness of their surroundings enhanced
her beauty all the more. She gasped into her hands as she caught sight of them.
“What did that pig do to you? It was Brant wasn’t it?” Her little hands fisted
the bars and her mouth became a thin white line.
She
turned her angry stare on the male who had brought her down. “Let me in.”
He
shook his head. “Sorry, female. I was