Melissa sat
staring at Kit with heart broken eyes.
Kit hated her.
Not for any particular reason.
Melissa was nice, pretty, she had a sweet heart, she was
sharp, and she had been through a rough time, otherwise she
wouldn’t be here.
A
Hunter’s home tended to be a fortress on the outside, but
the inside was a veritable enclave of wounded souls, where
the Hunter brought people he wasn’t
sure what else to do with.
Enclave….that was what
they were, an enclave. Made up of
the warriors who surrounded the outside and protected the
vampire during the day while he slept, and those who acted
as food and sex partners while he was awake.
Byron
had brought Melissa here three years ago. For a year, she
hadn’t been able to even look at
another person without fear in her eyes.
She’d had moved past that. And
in the second year, she had learned that she could take care
of herself. And in the third,
Byron had taken her into his bed.
That was why Kit
hated her.
And Byron,
being the bastard he was, had even made sure Kit saw it. She
had walked into, thinking he had business to discuss and
instead she had been audience to a blow
job. Granted, somebody had told her the wrong fucking
time. He had wanted to talk to her in a couple of hours, but
for crying out loud.
Well, it really wasn’t his fault.
She could still remember it, how
Melissa had sucked on Byron’s cock, and how much Kit wanted
to be the one doing it. Byron had opened his eyes, he
had known she was there and glared at her. “Do you mind,
Kit?”
“Not at all, Byron.
I like to watch,” she had drawled. Well, she
hadn’t ever really watched
anything before, but she hadn’t really been able to leave.
His fangs flashed and she suspected part of him wanted
to tell her to get the fuck out.
But another part was aroused. He
had gripped Melissa head’s tightly and started to rock his
hips faster, forcing his cock harder and harder into her
mouth until he came. Kit’s sharp sense of smell caught it on
the air and she stared at him, so hot she burned.
He’d made his human pass out.
“That’s the bad thing about humans, Byron. They just can’t
handle as much,” Kit said.
Excerpt from
Book 4
