Rez lifted up then slowly levitated toward Devyn. “Thanks for calling me, but it’s not her.” Since he wasn’t a member of the Guard, he didn’t wear the long leather coat the Guardsmen wore.
But he was the kind of man women went for, especially in a biker get-up with heavy leather boots, black leather pants studded down the sides and a leather jacket with more studs. Beneath, he wore a tank.
Once more, Devyn’s hand tightened around Emily’s waist.
Rez was about to push on, when his nostrils flared and his gaze locked onto Emily.
“You’re Kyle’s woman, right?”
“I was engaged to him. Yes.”
But Rez, though clearly interested in Emily as Ephraim had been, shifted his gaze purposely to Devyn.
Devyn growled again.
Rez’s eyes widened, but he didn’t say anything else. “I’m off to the Wild Boar. Thanks for the heads up, Dev.” To Rez’s credit, he didn’t even look at Emily again and for that, Devyn was grateful.
He was so wound up right now, he didn’t know what to do. “We’ve got to get out of here.”
Without even asking, he took Emily straight up into the air. She didn’t seem to mind, though. She used her own levitation to keep herself upright and she leaned her head against his shoulder. Her hand clutched his jacket.
When he heard her moan, at first he thought she was in pain. Then he caught her scent swirling over him and he figured it out. His fangs made another descent and his cock hardened.
This was going to happen.
If somewhere in the b
ack of his mind his guilt shouted at him, he didn’t care. He had to get inside Emily.
He also knew it was damn mutual. He headed in the direction of Boylbury to the west. He couldn’t get there fast enough.
Emily slid upward and before he knew what she meant to do, she had taken his throat in her mouth and was sucking on him. Hard.
Devyn, I want you. Now. Take me home. Please. I’m yours.
Though he knew it was wrong, he wasn’t going to fight what he felt. Not after all these years.
He wanted Emily.
He’d always wanted her and she was ready and willing.
Chapter Three
Emily couldn’t believe this was happening. Something about feeding Devyn and healing him had changed their dynamics to the point he was taking her home.
To his home.
Truth? She didn’t care why, only that he was speeding her toward Boylbury and he was going to take her to bed.
At last.
She kept suckling at his neck, something that felt very right. She was part vampire in addition to being fae and she could feel her gums ache, like she wanted to sprout a set of fangs.
But she couldn’t, so she settled for enjoying the taste of his lemon-oak skin in her mouth.
Using her levitation, she shifted enough to plaster her body against his. He didn’t seem to mind, but slid both arms around her and held her in a tight embrace. He flew her with perfect control through the cool April night air.
The trip seemed way too long even though it lasted less than a minute. Boylbury wasn’t that far from Millerell, just a few miles and Devyn was moving fast.