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  Tomorrow night she hoped they were wherever it was that Veso lived. She would be able to go home.

  And then what? Shit.

  She’d be on her own. Her life would need to change. She’d have to move right away. The Vampires had already taken her from her apartment once so they knew where she lived. There wasn’t a lot of money in her savings account but she had good credit. She could take an emergency loan and use her credit cards to get a new place. It would probably be a good idea to give notice at her job too. They could control humans so she wouldn’t even be safe during the day.

  It would also mean saying goodbye to Veso.

  A tightness filled her chest and she had to breathe through it. He might be happy to be rid of her, but she would miss him.

  Veso paced the small living space, his gaze going up to the loft. It bothered him that Glenda wouldn’t allow him to see her injuries. It was possible she was lying about the extent of them. He hadn’t smelled blood and she hadn’t seemed to be in pain when she’d rushed to get away from him.

  He had a lot on his mind. First though, he needed to contact his father. He didn’t remember his phone number. Modern technology wasn’t always a good thing, the ease to place calls done by electronics storing information at a touch. He’d have to call the lodge. That number would be listed. Davis would have to relay the message or give him his dad’s number.

  He walked toward the backpack but then paused. His father would come. He’d ask Lavos, Garson, and Kar to join him, and he doubted his father would wait until morning. Their group would take on any Vampires who tried to stop them, and arrive within hours. It would mean assistance—but it would also put an end to his alone time with Glenda.

  He bit his lip. His father would try to talk him into sending her back to the human world, despite the danger it would put her in.

  He resumed pacing, battling it out inside his head. Glenda would be safer if he had the backup of his father and friends. But no way would he let her return to Oregon. The master would send his nest after her and she’d be recaptured. Once word spread that he’d kidnapped Veso, other clans would be on the alert, their members warned. It would mean the crazy bastard would try to breed her with a Lycan.

  He wouldn’t allow that to happen.

  He stopped pacing, staring up at the loft. His father and friends would try to talk him into letting Glenda go. She wouldn’t be safe yet with his clan. Some of them really hated humans. Nabby and his friends would target her, forcing Veso to fight them to defend her, and they tended to have no honor. They’d attack him in a small group instead of one on one.

  Damn, damn, damn! He wasn’t sure what to do yet so he put off making the call and seeking assistance getting home. It was better to focus on the night ahead. First off, that meant dealing with Glenda’s injuries.

  He strode over to the ladder and climbed it. She’d fight him but he didn’t give a damn. Plus, it bothered him that she might be in pain.

  She lay on her side as he approached the bed. Her eyes opened and she stared at him. “Is someone outside?”

  “No, but they could be.” He kept his voice as low as hers. “You need to remain very quiet.”

  “I was trying to sleep until you came up here. You told me not to talk.”

  “Show me your injuries.”

  Her mouth parted.

  “I was just reminding you why you can’t argue with me,” he said. “Humans get infections easily, and this isn’t me asking. It’s an order. Show me where you’re sore.”

  Her eyes narrowed and her mouth sealed shut. She didn’t move.

  He sat down on the edge of the bed, twisted, and yanked off the blanket she’d used to cover her legs. He expected her to hit him or at the very least attempt to roll away. She just stared at him with a scowl.

  “Where?”

  “Fine,” she breathed.

  She rolled onto her back and wiggled up the bed a bit, putting her head more toward the other side. He held still, watching as she gripped the hems of the boxers she wore and pulled them up, parting her legs slightly to expose her inner thighs. He looked down, seeing the red, tender skin.

  He couldn’t help but swallow hard. She had sexy thighs, and the bunched material covered her sex but not much else. The lower edges of her ass were bared.

  “Happy? I told you they were fine.”

  He turned more to face her and gently gripped her knees. He pushed her legs farther apart and leaned in, getting a better look. There were no cuts but the skin seemed a little inflamed. “I can fix this.”

  “Pass.”

  He lifted his gaze. “I’m not hitting on you.”

  “I meant I’m fine. I’ll pass on you forcing me to drink your blood.”

  “You won’t have to.”

  He released her, slid off the bed and went to his knees, facing her again. He reached out, hooked her behind her knees with both hands and pulled her toward him. She softly gasped but didn’t fight as he settled her legs on each side of him and maneuvered her so her knees were bent up. He spread her thighs and got comfortable.

  “What are you doing?” She stared at his chest, lifting her head to glance lower, to his waist.

  “Not fucking you, if that’s what you’re worried about. I know the position is intimate but keep your thighs spread.”

  “What are you going to do, Veso?”

  He released her legs. “Keep the material out of my way. I’m going to bite my tongue and lick the sore spots. They’ll heal fast. Hold still, Glenda.”

  “Train wreck,” she muttered but threw her head back, closing her eyes. “Just reminding you of that. This is a really bad idea.”

  He agreed but let his fangs extend. It wasn’t hard to do, staring at her thighs and her legs spread in front of him. His dick hardened but he tried to ignore it. He bit down on the tip of his tongue, the pain a welcome distraction. The coopery taste assured him he bled. He put his hands on her legs just above her knees in case she tried to get away from him and bent forward, opening his mouth.

  He licked her skin, running his tongue high. Glenda sucked in a sharp breath but held still under him. He liked the way her skin tasted, as well as the softness against his tongue. He pulled back a little, licked over the same area, and moved one hand to use his thumb to clean off his red-tinged saliva. Her skin healed as he watched.

  “That tingles.”

  “It’s working. Just relax.” He bit his tongue once more and began licking at her other leg, going up high on her thigh to get all the red areas. It put his nose right at the seam of her sex. The material of the boxers wasn’t much of a barrier. His dick hardened even more.

  Focus, he ordered himself. It was difficult to do though when all he really wanted was to tug off those boxers and place his mouth on her sex. She’d want him as much as he wanted her if he could just gain access to her clit.

  He made sure to lick all the skin that looked sore, pulled back, and used his hand to clean her off again, watching her heal. Perfect, pale skin was his reward. All the irritation and redness faded fast. He looked up at her when she lifted her head, their gazes locking.

  “Did it work?”

  “Yes.” His voice came out too deep. He cleared his throat. “You won’t be in any pain now.”

  “Right.”

  “What does that mean?”

  “Nothing. We should probably get some sleep.”

  “Yes.” His gaze lowered to her thighs.

  “Um, Veso?”

  “What?” He let his hand caress her skin. It was so soft.

  “What are you doing now?”

  “I want you.”

  “This can’t work.”

  “I don’t care.” He straightened and gripped under her knees, jerking her down the bed so her legs were parted around his hips. Then he bent again, pinning her under him, bracing his arms next to hers. He trapped her head between his hands and went for her mouth.

  She gasped when he kissed her, giving him a chance to delve inside. She ta