Wild Things: A Chicagolands Vampire Novel (Chicagoland Vampires) Read Online Free Page B

AND WELL CARED FOR. YOUR FATHER SPARED NO EXPENSE .
    He rarely did. If I couldn’t be with my grandfather, at least I knew he was getting the care he needed.
    I also messaged Jonah, my RG partner, to let him know we’d made it safely to the Brecks’ house.
    YOU’RE RUINING ALL OUR RG FUN BY HANDLING THESE THINGS.
    IT’S NOT BY CHOICE, I assured him. DRAMA FINDS CADOGAN HOUSE.
    SO I SEE.
    I made him promise to tag me if there was trouble.
    YOU’LL BE IN THE FIRST FIVE , he cheekily promised.
    “Business?” Ethan asked, as I sat on the edge of the bed, one leg curled beneath me, the phone in hand.
    “Jonah,” I said, fingers finishing my equally snarky good-bye.
    Ethan growled, a manly display meant to remind me he still wasn’t thrilled about my ties to the tall, auburn-haired, and handsome guard captain.
    “He’s my partner,” I reminded him. “And you’ve already consented to that.”
    “I’m aware of what he is, Sentinel. Just as I’m aware of what you are to me.”
    The sun peeked above the horizon only seconds before Ethan’s hands were on me, stripping me of clothing and inciting my body to flame. His mouth enveloped mine, then my neck, my breasts, my bare stomach, before he extended the length of his body over mine and chained my wrists above my head with his hands.
    “You are mine,” he said, with a wicked spark in his eyes that sent a thrill down my spine.
    “You don’t own me,” I reminded him, arcing my body just enough to prove the point.
    “No,” he agreed, his lips so soft, playing at the edges of my breast. “We own each other. I am your Master. And you are my Sentinel.”
    He wasted no time; I hadn’t needed any. “Mine,” he said, plunging inside me, plundering my body, demanding everything I had to offer, and then more.
    “Mine,” he growled, as pleasure bloomed across my body like a living thing, as cold as ice and as hot as fire, emptying my mind and soul of anything but Ethan. His mind, his soul, his body, and the word he murmured over and over again.
    “Mine,” he said, each word a promise, a declaration, a thrust. “Mine,” he said through gritted teeth, passion riding him as it had me.
    “Mine,”
he said, kissing me with such ferocity I tasted blood, the magic rising between us as he thrust fiercely and groaned like an animal as pleasure swamped him.
    “Mine,” he said, softly now, and pulled my body into his. The sun rose, and there in the darkness of a borrowed room, we slept.
    •   •   •
    We awoke to riotous noise—pounding on the front door that had both of us shooting upright. The sun had only just dipped below the horizon again, but not quite far enough along to pull us from sleep.
    “What in God’s name?” Ethan asked, his voice still slumber slurred, his hair more surfer than moderately pretentious Master vampire.
    The pounding sounded again. Someone was in a hurry.
    Ethan moved to climb off the bed, but I stopped him with a hand. “Get dressed. I’ll see who’s there first. Luc will kick my ass if I let yours get kicked.” I had a bad feeling this was going to be one of those nights on which I really, really wished I could sleep in and defer being an adult for a few more hours.
    I pulled on Ethan’s shirt from the night before and buttoned it up. It wouldn’t do as protective armor, but there weren’t enemies at the door, at least not of the CPD variety. I’d tempered my own katana with blood and magic, which left me sensitive to the presence of steel and guns. I didn’t sense any outside.
    Now draped in tailored and expensive menswear—only the best for our Master—I trundled back into the living room. Ethan’s katana was propped beside the door; I’d taken mine to bed, just in case. I picked it up and took a cautionary peek through the peephole . . . and found a shifter on our stoop.
    “Open up, Kitten. I know you’re there.”
    I opened the door; a cold breeze lifted goose bumps on my bare legs.
    He stood in the