Chapter Fourteen
-Northern France-
It was for real this time.
I shot through the trees, right on her tail. She glanced over her shoulder to see just how close I was. And that was her mistake. I lunged, colliding with the bloodsucker, pinning her to the ground face first. A snarl ripped through me as I was about to tear her apart. His voice broke through the frenzied haze, freezing me in my actions, "Not yet."
Aro stepped closer, the rest of the Guard in tow, "Come, my dear."
With a warning growl I retreated, allowing the woman to jump to her feet. She glared defiantly, "What you want?"
Aro approached her, smiling, "Answers, my dear Daniela."
He held out his hand, wiggling his fingers. She didn't move, "I don't know what you're meaning."
It was Caius who spoke now, "We have reason to believe you are involved in an outbreak of newborn vampires. Is this correct?"
"Is this crime?" she asked, raising a slim eyebrow. I had to admit, she was pretty for a parasite. She had sleek, black hair to her lower back. Chiseled cheek bones. Tall and lanky. Playing dumb, which she couldn't pull off. I bared my teeth. Aro pet my head, "It is, my dear. Newborns cannot adequately control themselves, as I'm sure you remember. So many in one location."
He made a face, "It threatens to expose our kind. We cannot have that, now, can we?"
Daniela didn't respond. Aro offered his hand once more and, again, she only stared. He curled his fingers into a fist, glancing to me briefly, "If you wish to continue your existence, my dear, I suggest you provide the information we seek. Though, your refusal is quite telling."
She didn't look to be afraid of him. I could admire that. To be blunt, it wasn't him specifically she should be afraid of. But, it was the coven as a whole that she should fear. At Aro's command, she could be destroyed a million different ways. I could almost guarantee it would be by my jaws, though. He was determined to prove my worth to his brother. She did, however, follow his gaze, "What is that thing?"
Aro smirked, "I don't believe it's any concern of yours."
He reached out to pet me again, so I snapped by teeth at his fingers and he quickly withdrew his hand. The smell of this woman was like torture to me and I began to trot anxiously, whining. He turned to me, "Patience, my dear."
Caius stepped forward, "Enough games. Tell us what we wish to know."
Aro frowned at his brother. Daniela stared in defiance for another moment before finally holding her hand out to him. He gripped it tightly, his eyes becoming unfocused.
"Interesting," he finally spoke, and then was thoughtful before addressing her again, "I suggest you begin running, my dear."
She gave him a confused look, to which he responded by waving his hand. Hesitantly, she spun on her heel and sprinted back through the trees. Aro turned to me with a smile, issuing a simple command, "Go."
Dirt launched into the air as I took off. She didn't manage to get very far before I sank my teeth into her ankle. As I worked on literally tearing her apart, I could hear Aro speaking over her screams.
"It seems our old friends Vladimir and Stefan are involved. How surprising."
I took that to mean it wasn't a surprise at all. I ripped through the woman's neck, silencing her permanently. Her hair in my mouth, I carried the head back to Aro and dropped it as his feet. He was pleased, "Good girl."
A growl vibrated in my throat. Apparently I was going to have to tell him off again later. Or destroy more of his property or something to get the point across. With his foot, he nudged it toward Demetri, "Send this to the Russian Coven leaders. I expect they'll get the message."
The blond douchebag spoke to his brother, "Your pet isn't very impressive. We could have removed her just as effectively ourselves."
I bit at him and he jumped back, "I still wish you'd put it down. She'll end up killing half the Guard."
"No, just you," I snipped now that I was back on two legs. He quickly turned away, as did everyone else but Aro. Of course he wouldn't. He retrieved a tank top and pair of spandex running shorts from his jacket pocket. As I slipped into my clothes I asked him, "You're an asshole, you know that?"
He ignored me.
As it was almost sunrise, we were forced to hide in hotel rooms for the day before we could return to Volterra. Unfortunately for the spoiled babies, there was no, like, ten star rooms available so they actually had to settle for the ones us common folk get. Caius and Marcus took one, Demetri and Felix another, and, of course, Aro followed me into a third. He shut the door, frowning at the room. I snorted. Considering I was the only one that actually slept, I didn't understand what the problem was. I dropped onto the foot of the double bed, "Can I ask something?"
"I'd rather you didn't," he answered.
"Do you, like, get your jollies off by treating me like a fucking dog? 'Cause that's kind of gross."
Aro looked confused so I clarified, "You act like I'm your damn pet, yet you crawl into my pants first chance you get. Don't you find that a bit, I don't know, disgusting?"
"Is there a reason why I should? You are not an animal."
"Wait, wait," I held up my hands, "Think about what you just said."
He stared at me. I rolled my hand, prompting him to actually use his brain, "And now consider how you act towards me on a regular basis."
The man huffed, "I understand your point, my dear. I will refrain in the future."
"From treating me like a dog or from getting in my panties? Because I think I'm only cool with one of those."
In a flash he had pushed me to my back and was on top of me, fit between my legs. His lips brushed against my neck, "Which do you think?"
"I don't know, you're not making it very clear."
"Aren't I?" His lips were on mine, his tongue probing my mouth hungrily. It was then I realized Caius' room was right next to ours. Oh, he was going to love us. I wasted no time unfastening the buttons on Aro's shirt, tugging it from the waist of his trousers. My legs wrapped around him, grinding myself against him. He moaned in his throat.
I half expected the blond asshole to come busting through our wall like, "don't you motherfuckers dare!". It was almost disappointing he hadn't yet.
He pulled the top of my shirt down, exposing one of my boobs, and squeezed it hard. I resisted the urge to slap him. Instead, I yanked his belt through the buckle, pulling open the button and zipper. He lifted his hips so I could push the waist of his pants down. I couldn't properly wrap my hand around him from this position, but just caressing him caused him to shiver. His hand left my chest to plunge down my shorts, forcing them over my hip. The man's fingernails bit the skin of my ass. I pushed his shirt from his shoulders. Aro got up on his knees, allowing it to fall down his arms. I sat and whipped off my tank top and threw it across the room.
My hands gripped his thighs as I pleasured him with my mouth. He groaned, his fist nesting in my hair, pulling just a bit. When he began to thrust his hips at me I pushed him away, "Behave or I'll bite you."
He muttered an apology, anxious for me to return to my task, which I did. The man groaned and his hold on my hair tightened. With his other hand shaking, he tucked my loose hair behind my ear so he could properly see my face. His breathing was picking up, he was getting close. Now I had to decide if I was gonna let him have it or make him wait.
I chose the latter, pushing away and allowing him to strip me of my remaining clothes. Briefly, he returned the favor, so to speak. But he knew what I'd rather have and didn't spend much time on that. Aro crawled on top of me, his mouth consuming mine. I wrapped a leg around him and pulled him closer. I was done playing. I needed him in the worst way. Good thing he was smart, usually, and could take a hint. He held me tightly, his body flush against mine. I moaned loudly, partially because I was enjoying myself and partially to give the asshat next door an earful. I held his shoulders and nuzzled his chest. Gods, I loved him.
…
"Him", not him. Fuck, not him. That wasn't possible. Even if it was, hell no.
Aro's climax happened immediately after that thought. He panted heavily and trembled in its wake. I gave him a minute to calm down, "So, if you could get off me now, that'd be great."
"But you haven't-"
I cut him off, "I'm good, promise. What I'd really like is a shower."
He withdrew from me, rolling so that I could get out from under him. Just because I could, I slapped his ass before bouncing off the bed. I snatched my discarded clothing from the floor before retreating to the bathroom. What. The. Fuck.
