Destroy Me (The Last Vocari #4) - Elena Lawson Page 0,1

then...the memory faded.

There was only Ethan.

I shuddered against him, a heavy moan curling up from my chest to be smothered between our lips.

Fuck.

He pulled away, gazing heavily into my eyes as he pressed his forehead against mine. "Sorry," he breathed. "I couldn't wait any longer, it was driving me insane and you didn’t stop me so—"

I silenced him with another kiss. This one shorter, but every ounce as toe-curling as the first. I hadn't been intimate with any of my guys since my return. My body was battered and broken then. Healing.

Though the physical things healed in the thirty-odd hours I'd slept, it was my mind that was still fractured. Reeling from the two days spent in a tiny dark box, forced to relive my most painful childhood memory over and over and over.

My skin bristled and I bit my lower lip to try to shock the memories away with a stab of pain. It worked, if only for a second.

"Come to bed soon?" I whispered as Ethan pushed my long black hair from my face, brushing it behind my right shoulder.

His brow raised questioningly.

In answer, I dipped my hand down between us grabbing him by his massive cock through his grey sweatpants. He stilled, lips parting at the contact, already growing hard beneath my fingers. How the hell had I waited an entire fucking week to touch them?

What was wrong with me?

If it was a distraction I wanted, I could think of nothing better than being with my guys. I just wasn’t sure if I could do it. If I could be into it with the shitstorm going on in my brain. I’d been wrong. Very wrong.

And I was damn glad to be. Already I could feel my pussy growing damp beneath my fighting leathers and had to press my thighs together to quell the slight burn. Otherwise, I’d wind up letting him take me right here in the lab surrounded by combustible material, blood, and chemicals.

Ethan groaned and I released him.

"Back to work," I ordered with a wink as I spun to leave the room before I could change my mind, sternly reminding myself he had much more important things he needed to be doing.

"The sooner you finish, the sooner..." I trailed off, giggling when I turned to find him piping blood into vials faster than a machine ever could. At this rate he'd be done making two hundred doses of 'Rose's Vampire Sunblock Tattoo Ink'; the name was a work-in-progress, within the hour.

Good, because the things I planned to do to him, to all of them, would take most of the night.

The underground military bunker was buzzing with life at this time of the night. Even though this wing was mostly sealed off from the main barracks along with other rooms where the now-193 vampires were staying, I could still feel them through the walls.

My senses had been somewhat diminished over the past months. Before, when I still hunted them for sport, I never questioned my abilities. Now that prickle of unease that always warned me a vampire was near had all but gone. I blamed spending too much time fucking their kinds now instead of staking them, but regardless, I needed to get my shit in order.

With a little active focus though, I found the sixth sense was still there. Like an icy finger on the back of my neck, making the small hairs on my arms and the back of my neck prickle. All of my senses on high alert. Sound flooded my ear canals and if I listened very closely, I could hear them through two feet of concrete.

The indecipherable buzz of conversation. A thud and ensuing crack of stone when one vamp got a little too tired of another’s bullshit. If anything, that was one of the harder parts of keeping an army of vampires at your disposal—making sure they didn’t kill each other.

Second only to keeping them fed.

It didn’t help that their promise of meeting the sun had yet to be fulfilled. They were getting impatient. Agitated. Many of them wanted to stand against Raphael, having been turned against their will, with human families they no longer saw but wanted to keep from harm. But many others still hadn’t a care in the world for mortal life. They joined only for the promise of sunlight.

Without it, they would desert us faster than I could blink.

I’d be lying if I said every instinct in my body wasn’t vibrating with the need to fucking