Page 7 of Always Eros
He joins me, starting the car and tearing off down the street. “You still need a kill.”
“Yes, though it was a treat to watch you work.”
“Ooh, maybe Delani will be there. Man can suck a golf ball through a straw, I tell ya. He’d take your stress down a few notches.”
Laughing, I glance out the window. “I’ve indulged in Delani’s company before, but that’s not what I’m seeking. It’s like an itch I can’t scratch. It’s driving me crazy.”
Thorn pats my thigh. “Something good will show up. You deserve it, Eros.”
“Do I?”
“Don’t start that morose bullshit again. There is no way you only had one love allotted to you hundreds of years ago. I refuse to believe it.” He turns toward me, ignoring the road, his grin maniacal. “There’s something in the air, Eros. Can’t you feel it? First Syn, then Midnight? Tell me you ever thought that would happen.”
“No.”
“Fucking fated mates. Come on. That’s amazing shit.”
“It is.” And the issue has me fucked up, but I’m not willing to voice it to Thorn or anyone else yet. “Are you looking forward to your mate showing himself?”
Thorn scrunches his face as he returns his eyes to the road, swerving wildly and narrowly missing an old woman crossing the street with a shopping cart. She yells and flips us off and Thorn rolls his window down and tosses money, yelling, “Sorry,” as we pass.
I laugh. “No, then?”
“Goddess no. Can you imagine me settled down?” He mock gags. “No, but I will delight in watching those of you who desire love falling head over heels. I hope someone is out there for Yves. The man has put in the time. He deserves a mate.”
“I agree. It saddens me that it couldn’t be any of us.”
“Or that awful Marcello.”
“Fuck Marcello. He’s the reason Yves is so closed off now.”
Thorn nods. “Yeah, although I think he’s opening up again. Syn could’ve been a fluke, but Midnight too? Something’s in the air. He knows it.”
“I agree. I’d rather him than me if fate must choose.”
Thorn squeezes my thigh again. “I doubt you’ll be left waiting. Hell, for all I know, someone is coming for me. We all fall down.”
Chuckling, I drag a hand through my hair. “Bowie and Tru have been wonderful additions to our family. Maybe all we needed was time. The world is so different now than it was when Yves found each of us.”
“So true.”
Thorn tears into the parking lot of The Lair, our vampire club, where mortals are invite-only and often end up on the missing persons list by morning. It’s not our coven’s style. We feed and release, only killing troublemakers or paid targets. But Lair is perfect. A hedonistic paradise for our kind, even if all we want is a snack and some carnal pleasure.
He stops in front of the ward, which to anyone passing by would appear to be nothing but more woods, but to us is a gateway. He swipes his entry badge and an opening appears, allowing us to drive through. This is how we keep Lair safe from curious mortals. The ones invited in are compelled to forget, assuming they live long enough.
Thorn swings into a parking space, shutting the car off and exiting, all in a matter of seconds, his excited aura and sexy swagger in full effect as he impatiently waits for me to join him. Wrapping his arm around my shoulders, he pulls me into him.
“I demand you have fun tonight.”
“Or?”
“Hmm. Or… I sic an incubus on you and you’ll get railed until morning.”
I laugh. “Such a threat.”
“Yeah, but you’re picky, so you’d be leaving it up to me.”
“I didn’t agree to your demands.”