15. Corvinus
Chapter 15
Corvinus
I ’ve learned quickly that a shy Embry is something you do not see every day. She tucks the sheet around her and walks to the bathroom and gets showered up when we wake, leaving me to think about the curve of her ass as the water of the shower behind that door runs. If we thought a night of sex was going to rid us of our itch, it has done just the opposite, leaving us both craving more and more. Completely insatiable, but there is work to do.
I throw back the sheet, determined to put the sexpot from my mind, at least for a while. I put the coffee pot on to brew and scramble some eggs with cheese and steak before she’s finished and walking toward me in a mini skirt that leaves her navel bare and a little jewel dangling from her navel piercing. The one that I already adore.
She is not helping my effort to divert my attention from her in the slightest. Just the opposite in fact. She glances down at my pants and gives me a wink as my cock grows against the side of my jeans.
Determined to keep us on our mission and my thoughts away from sex with my charge, I glance down at her shoes. Shoes are a safe thing to look at. They keep my eyes off that snatched little waist and tight abdomen, and those silky and powerful thighs that wrap around my back to hold me close when I’m balls deep in her velvet. “Those shoes will slow you down in the woods.”
She winks at me. “I like it when you’re balls deep in my velvet better than grumping at me about my shoes.” The little sass walks to the counter and pours two cups of coffee and brings them to the table while I gather the plates and silverware.
It’s hard not to watch Embry though, as she heads to the fridge in her little purple skirt, swishing from side to side as her ass moves. I slide into a chair at the table waiting for her to join me. She pulls two quarts out of the fridge to bring back to the table. “What are we supposed to do when we run out?”
One of many things that I couldn’t quite get off my mind the last few hours. Why leave us blood if it were the witches? That would just prolong our stay. Why not leave us with no provisions and we’re forced to leave or at least leave the cavern? It makes no fucking sense at all.
But my money is still on destiny’s intervention, leaving us locked here together with enough blood to keep us sustained until we can find some of our own or wear each other out using our own. She knows it’s not far from Romano’s. Hell, destiny’s no doubt the one behind his attraction to the witch from the academy anyway. No, this is her doing. “When we’re done in the woods, we’ll make the journey to Romano’s estate. It’s not far from the edge of Mystic Forest.”
Her purple eye pierce mine with a sense of anxiety. “He’s one of the vampire masters. Who says he doesn’t haul me back to Overmaster Descallia the minute I walk through the doors of his estate? He is known to be a formidable master in these parts and puts up with very little between the witches and vampires. He is not going to look favorably on the fact that I’m here.”
“You need not worry about Romano, but you do need to worry about me. Now eat, so we can get an early start into the woods. I’d like to find this pesky little witch and learn what she knows before she has a chance to get the drop on us and flee again.”
“Rupert’s fault. I swear, I’ve always thought of him as a friend. I didn’t expect him to be like that yesterday.”
I look up from my cup of coffee. “He is your friend. Very much so. He got you to safety, did not lead you astray, and was genuinely happy to see you again. He just wasn’t happy that you were digging into things that he believes will cause unrest between the witches and vampires. That’s fair. I’d feel the same way if I lived here.”
Her eyes widen as she bites into a piece of toast.
“In fact, I do feel the same way. And I don’t live here. If we’re going to keep the peace, we need to safeguard certain things that have always been sacred, on both sides. It’s just how it’s going to have to be if we’re to keep from causing a war.”
Embry is thoughtful as we eat and reaches over to draw her sword from the sheath where she’s left it on the little table next to the wall. She turns it to show me the jewel tipped end. “This long- sword, it was given to me by my gramma. She received it as a gift from a vampire she fought side by side with years ago. The jewel changes colors depending on its surroundings.”
She crunches a piece of toast, taking a bite before arcing the majestic sword in the air. “This sword and my gramma will protect us. You’ll see.”
“I have no doubt that I will. How long were you friends with Lucas before you began dating?”
She glances up at me, places her sword down, and then takes a sip of coffee before answering. “Why do you want to know, so you can determine if I infiltrated the vampires at his suggestion, because of our friendship? Got cozy with the vampires’ mates to give him the low down on their pillow talk? That’s what you thought too, right?”
“Not trusting much, are you?”
“No, not so much. You didn’t answer the question, vampire.”
“Perhaps I thought it was possible before I knew you. I don’t think that anymore.”
“Well, you don’t know me that well, and haven’t known me for long. I didn’t do it just for your four-one-one. I wanted to help the vampires. I begged Lucas to let me come to work for the vampires. He didn’t want to let me but finally caved. He had always had a crush on me. I knew it, we both knew it, but his sense of loyalty to my grandmother kept him from acting on it for so long.
“I pursued him more than he ever pursued me. I should have just left things alone, maybe it was because back then he was kind, my best friend, and he worked for the vampires and made it sound so glorious. I remember the first time Lucas introduced me to Overmaster Descallia at Club Descallia. I was so nervous I could barely talk. That’s around the same time I met Lucianna.”
Club Descallia… now that’s a club I miss. And now Embry is front and center in my mind again, draped over a spanking bench in the lower-level sex club with not a stitch of clothes except for the flat of my hand to cover the creamy skin of her ass.