FANG Night (Monster Haven 2)
J R Pearson
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A knock sounded at the back deck door before it whooshed open and Gavin stepped in.
“Gav! My man!” Lucas fist bumped him. Piper waved at the vampire. Gorgeous Vamp Man, tattooed with dark, eerie art from the neck down, raised his black brows, eyeing the burning fun juice on the counter and its already half empty state, which might have been my doing.
Then his blood-red eyes took in my outfit. He growled. “Do I need to even ask who you are soon to meet?”
I faked being shocked. Damn, that was quick. “What makes you think I’m meeting someone? What I’m wearing could be new, and I’m just breaking it in for a later time.”
Gavin strode closer and pinched my side. In such close proximity, I was pleasantly overwhelmed by his tasty magic. “Impossible. I remember nearly ripping this same dress in half. It fits you enticingly, like a second skin. And I very much remember those shoes.” He pointed to them. “They were wrapped around my waist during our last make-out session.”
“I wouldn’t call it a session –”
“That’s a negative, amiga,” Piper interrupted. “What I saw in passing was clashing teeth and tongues like swords at a fencing match.”
When she finished betraying me, Gavin gave a smug grin.
“Oh, so what? You win! Want a cookie, now?” I did a killer eye roll.
“Yes, please.” He stuck a hand out. I slapped it.
“Adrian asked if he and I could have dinner together.” I poured another shot.
“And you agreed.” Vamp Man wandered to the fridge and took out a packet of goat’s blood I keep in stock for him.
“You’re so weak when it comes to food.”
“That is also true,” I nod.
“Well, my business with him is complete. He’s not a bad guy, well, from a professional standpoint. We’ve never hung out on a social level,” Gavin divulged as he leaned against the counter.
That business being selling his stunning paintings to Adrian to put around his home a while back. I wasn’t surprised by Vamp Man’s assessment. I’ve already pegged Adrian as an all work, no play dude. The pressing needs, demands to make it far and successful under the Galzra name — anyone could see that a mile away — was essentially why I did what I did.
He just looked so… bored.
Some booty definitely cheered him right up.
Gavin glanced away as he continued. “You plan on… making a real thing with him?”
“Ha!” Lucas busted out a loud laugh. “Kokoa’s last real commitment involved a baby frog she kept in a Tupperware container a year ago.”
“What happened to it?” Gavin grinned, as I waved for him to not ask. Too late.
“We found it one morning with its little mouth stuffed with food pellets and eyes bulging.” Lucas sighed, sadly. “I believe it choked itself to death than rather be alive in Kokoa’s questionable care.” Piper gestured to the patio doors. “He’s buried out back. I stuck a paperclip in the ground to mark where his body is buried.”
Gavin looked horrified.
“What? I didn’t kill it!” I really didn’t. I gave the frog a sweet setup. I’d hooked him up with his little home and made sure there were enough air holes in the lid so the big-eyed bugger could breathe. I tried damn hard to love the squishy thing. Do you know how difficult it is to cuddle an amphibian the size of a dime?
Super hard. Frogs suck at hugging.
As Lucas glared holes into my face, I was beginning to remember the less than seventy-two hours froggie had lived in my room, and him enduring a lot of forced upon love — that I sure as hell had not received back. Others might view that as a bit much for such a small creature. “He and I had a… special bond.” I said.
“Lies!” Lucas shouted.
“Okay, so I may have been the contributing factor to a frog’s suicide,” I admitted, throwing my hands up. “We all have a past, damn it.”
I was done defending myself. I went to face Gavin, who suddenly grew impassive. Great. A stony vampire.
My lust-ridden relationships with him and Jonathan were of the cliché and confusing sort — hey, I can’t help that my inner wolf wags her tail for both guys — but underneath there was a true ironclad bond of friendship that borders on the possessive. Not surprising since they’re both such alpha men. And I was about to let in another.
Yet, I’m single, and I can do what I want. But yes, the frog incident was a reminder of the fact I have no plans in the immediate future to settle down. Gavin, like Piper, Lucas and my others friends, just needed to get used to me befriending Adrian.
There’s plenty of Kokoa to go around.
Wait. Stop. That sounded too whore-ish.
Anyway, back to his question. “Hell, Gavin, I don’t intend to perform a flippin’ Blood Mate ritual once we order the crab dip.”
“Get the lobster dip, too!” Lucas interjected. I sent him a Hush up, boy look.
“Does Galzra know that?” Gavin crossed his muscled, tattooed arms, appearing ready to throw down.
“About the crab dip?”
“Kokoa,” he growled.
I sighed. “Adrian has already spent a little time with me, and I’m damn spankin’ sure from those encounters he realizes I’m not one to put a ring on it.” Once I’d finished, Piper and Lucas immediately went into singing Beyoncé, screeching and doing the dance along with it. My poor eyeballs could only stand a few seconds before switching back to Gavin, who pulled me flush against his solid build.
He always felt amazing to the touch and coated in cool minty magic. “I want you back before ten,” he whispered. His crimson irises darkened. Mesmerizing.
I nipped the shortened space between us, baring my fangs.