her hair brushing against his chest. Seamus shuddered in pleasure, an erection immediately quickly growing firm and thick against her thigh.
Cara sucked and pulled for a long gratifying minute, then she jerked back, his blood on her mouth. Tongue running over her lips, she swallowed hard, distaste clear in the wrinkled moue of her nose and mouth. "What the… you're a vampire?"
He nodded.
"I'm a vampire?"
Seamus nodded again, rubbing his free hand along her back, the silkiness of the robe slippery. "Yes."
"No, no, no." She tried to back up again.
It was time to go back to the hotel. "Hold on, Cara." Seamus gripped her firmly, and shot straight up and over the nightclub. They were only a minute from his apartment at the casino, the Ava, if he took to the air.
Cara shrieked in his ear and clamped on his waist with arms and legs. He glanced down into her startled, wild eyes.
I'm taking you home with me
, he said directly into her mind. It was too windy to speak out loud without shouting and he wanted her to understand who he was. What she was now.
Her head shook back and forth and her teeth rattled. "No, I don't want to."
Seamus kissed her forehead, not sure why, but going on instinct.
It will work out, I promise
.
"Are we really flying?"
Yes.
"I'm afraid of heights."
Just don't look down.
Which was absolutely the wrong thing to say to someone who was afraid of heights.
She looked down, spasmed against him, and sank in a dead faint.
When Seamus carried Cara onto Ethan's balcony and knocked on the sliding glass door for someone to let him in, he cursed himself. He couldn't have made a bigger mess out of this if he had planned it.
Alexis, Ethan's wife, pulled back the drapes and unlocked the door, her jaw dropping. "Uhh…" she said as she opened the door and looked him up and down.
"Don't say anything, alright?" He brushed past her with Cara still passed out in his arms. He and Alexis didn't really get along. Truthfully, she'd always annoyed the crap out of him because of her willingness to disregard rules and protocol. Clearly, he had no business judging her now that he had a fledgling vampire in his arms.
"Did I say anything? I wouldn't dream of saying anything." Alexis was wearing sweatpants and a T-shirt and she had her computer on the coffee table, a stack of papers and a half-empty wineglass next to it. "Can I get you anything? A drink? A fresh change of clothes? A membership card to Hypocrites International?"
He supposed he deserved that. He hadn't exactly welcomed Alexis into the Vampire Nation with open arms. "No, thank you. I'm taking her to my room and I'll get us cleaned up there. Sorry to bother you, but my apartment doesn't have a balcony like yours does, and I didn't want to bring her in through the lobby."
She snorted. "I guess not. Want me to call Ethan?"
"No!" he shouted before he could consider it wasn't wise to sound so vehement.
"Chill out." Alexis stared down at Cara. "So, does she have a name? And is there a reason she's covered in blood and passed out? I can hear her breathing so I know she's alive. And I'm assuming it's nothing serious or you'd be calling 911."
"Her name is Cara. She's a stripper I met tonight and she's fine. Now." He wasn't sure he wanted to go into the rest. "And I'd appreciate it if you just kept this quiet for now."
"A stripper? I had no idea you had this kinky side, Seamus." She smirked a little. "But if she would actually like to put on something other than a silk robe when she comes to, I'd be happy to give her a T-shirt."
He hadn't gotten that far in his thought process. He was still somewhere in the
just get her tucked away in his apartment
step. "Thanks. But I'm sure I have a T-shirt if she wants one."
"You really are stubborn, aren't you?" Alexis followed him to the front door.
"I don't know what you're talking about." Seamus cradled Cara against his chest and bent awkwardly to turn the doorknob.
"It kills you to have anyone help you. And I think