Page 81 of Witchblood

“Looks more like a metal head. Thin and rangy, covered in tattoos and rock band T-shirts,” Dylan said. “Should I be worried?”

“No,” I said.

“Yes,” Liam replied.

We shared a stare.

“Sounds like Alexis,” I said.

“Who?” Liam wanted to know.

“Goes by Al,” Dylan interjected.

“Technically he was one of Hugo’s vampires.” Meaning he’d been made by Hugo. I always got the feeling that Lexi wasn’t always that loyal.

“What?” Liam demanded.

Oh, this wasn’t going well.

“He helped me escape though. So he’s mostly a good guy,” I pointed out.

“Mostly?” Liam growled. “Sebastian…”

“I think I’ll call you guys back later,” Dylan said, humor in his voice. “Be sure to keep the pack bonds open for the make-up sex.”

I stared up at Liam wide-eyed, and wondered if I was ready for a first fight or make up sex at all after the best orgasm of my life. Not over Lexi, for sure. “Come here,” I demanded of Liam.

He glared at me, his whole body a rope of coiled tension.

“Liam,” I softened my tone.

He growled again and climbed back onto the bed, pulling the covers over us and kissing me fiercely. “He can’t have you,” he said when he released my mouth.

“He doesn’t want me, and I don’t want him. I want you.” I assured him.

“Yeah?” He looked genuinely worried.

“Uh, you just blew my mind while you licked my ass. I think you’re stuck with me. I expect a repeat performance at least a couple times a week.”

“I’ll put it on the schedule,” Liam said. He yanked me into his arm for a tight hug. “After I meet this Alexis.”

The End