I need to see Eve.
But why?
I should have stayed in our room. If anything, I would have expected Eros to be the one sneaking out to see her. This was a move much more suited to her.
But, from the start, I had been more intrigued by Eve than I should have been.
I liked her attitude. Liked how she held her own against Eros. The attention she gave me was nothing I’d ever felt before.
It felt warm. It was playful. She seemed actually interested.
And in a world that prioritized Eros every time, it was tempting to sink my claws into the human who sawmefirst.
Am I jealous?
The thought hit me like a slap to the face and had me stumbling back. Eros and I shared everything. We would happily share her when she was up for it.
But why did I have this insane need to lay claim to her first?
I knew the answer right away. It had been tormenting me since I first got close to her and smelled her.
She won’t bother with me once Eros gets her hands on her.
With a sigh, I stepped back and turned down the hallway, but then her door opened. I contemplated going into my room but decided to stop to see if she’d peek her head out. When she did, a smile lit up her face.
“Just the person I wanted to see,” she said and opened the door wider for me, giving me a sinful view of one of theveryspecial outfits we had picked out for her. A skimpy dark red dress that ended mid-thigh with white lace accents. “Want to come in?”
Me? She wants to see me?The thought was almost as surprising as the outfit.
I nodded and followed her into her room, trying not to stare at her body as I passed her. It was hard when the silky material clung to every curve of her body, enticing my deepest desires.
I had been inside it hundreds of times before, as this was a guest room and the only one that connected to ours, but somehow stepping in there withherscent clinging to every last object was starting to drive me insane.
The bloodlust was starting to rise, along with my hunger. For her.
How does a human elicit such a response from me?
When she closed the door and came to stand before me so she could get a good look at my face, I found myself feeling surprisinglyseen.
“Is this about the court proceedings today?” I asked.
A smile spread across her face. She straightened, runningher hand down her red dress and pulling my gaze along with it. My claws itched to follow.
“No,” she said, her voice sounding almost like she was angry at me. “It’s about you calling megood girl.”
Heat flushed through my entire body.
“Don’t pretend to be mad. You liked it.” I knew it because I could smell just how much. Even now, alone in the room, the scent of her arousal was thick in the air.
“Likeit,” she corrected.
“I know. I can smell it on you.” I took a step forward, entering her space. Her scent swirled around us, and my tongue darted out to lick my lips. “Should I call you that all the time now?My good girl…”
She didn’t answer, but her hand grabbed my shirt. It seemed like an innocent gesture, but it had bloodlust raging through me, and my fangs ached to sink into her flesh.
I took advantage of the moment and grabbed her waist, pulling her to me, fully expecting her to move away.
Instead, she came willingly and gasped as one of my claws ran over the flimsy clothing she had on.
