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Why is this dude so fucking adorable?

“Again?” the sultry Brit whispered, already deducing what it was I wanted.

Normally it’d annoy me, but in this case, it was something I celebrated. It saved me the trouble of spelling it out. I didn’t think I had the patience to do that anyway.

Licking my lips, I nodded and tugged his shirt, insisting the beautiful Hunter take it off.

In no small way, I wanted to touch, lick, and taste everything within reach. Really anything to satisfy every single desire I had for the man. Might as well when my inhibitions were off. Let it be tomorrow’s worries, tomorrow’s regrets. Tonight I was Sloan’s and he was mine. I wouldn’t surrender it to anyone, not even myself.

My angry yanks at his shirt only made him laugh cutely.

Well, pardon me, you beautiful asshole, for not wanting to destroy your clearly expensive shirt. My mistake.

Frustrated, I rolled my hips down on him, and the other Hunter groaned, his cock throbbing back to life inside of me.

That got his attention. Go me!

I’d never get tired of it, knowing what I did turned this gorgeous specimen on and made his cock react. It was such a powerful feeling.

“Makes pretty boys’ cocks throb” is going under the skills section on my resume.

I didn’t have time to herald my hilarious genius because Sloan’s gaze swiftly dodged off to the left, razor-sharp. Before I could blink, a dagger was in Sloan’s hand and his other arm was wrapped around my waist. Growling, he kicked the door out just as the car careened, heading over the cliff.

Holy shit!

Chapter 4

Green Dude Woes

Ididn’t know what was more comical about the entire moment that took place after our super chic car nearly took a nose-dive off a cliff—the fact that a dude sporting an all-black latex suit with green hair that defied gravity, looking like some kind of knock-off super villain, was fighting the pair of us while screaming like he hadn’t gone through puberty yet. Or the fact that Sloan, who’d already killed seven of the ten bastards Green Dude brought with him, was kicking all their asses half-naked with a hard-on.

Definitely won’t find this featured in any best-selling paranormal romance novels.

Probably worst of it all was how none of that even mattered to me anymore. All I wanted to do was put this asshole six feet under so I could get back to what I had been doing with Sloan. Only, there wasn’t any way to “get back to it” after Green Dude ruined the mood.

Fuck my life.

Upside to the entire situation was these dudes were clearly vampires, and it was like coming home to fight them.

Sloan brought a small arsenal with him. As any smart, well-prepared Hunter should. So when we fled the car, it wasn’t seconds later that the trunk was popped open and Sloan went ham on three nearby vampires.

My training kicked in, and I wasn’t far behind my fast-acting companion. After minutes, we were down to the high-wail Green King himself. But before I could go after the bastard with all the rage, resentment, and clever Hunter training I’d been forced to learn over the years, Sloan stopped me.

“He’s not a vampire,” was all he murmured, surprising me stupid for a second.

The Green Dude scoffed unattractively and crossed his arms over his chest. “They said you were good, but you’ll never be good enough for a trickster like me.”

Trickster?

“Yokai,” Sloan elaborated. “You could say his kind were what inspired Japanese folklore. Magic-using shapeshifters. You can count on this not being his true form.”

Oh, great. Another thing to add to the list of fucked up creatures I had yet to fight.

“Untrained Hunter? What a treat.”

“So what you mean to say is he wore all that latex voluntarily, when he could choose like, any other fabric existing in this plane or the next? And I mean literally any other fabric.”

Sloan’s lips lifted into an amused smile, despite his predatory eyes staying with our foe. “Some people are just beyond help, love.”