Jared (The Protectors #2)(68)

Jared groaned. “I would absolutely love to taste your sweet blood.” His voice deepened, his eyes darkened. “But it would only be for pleasure. I couldn’t survive on your blood alone.”

“Oh.” Surprised at the amount of disappointment she felt at that, Tessa thought she really did need her head examined. It couldn’t be normal to offer your blood to someone.

“You don’t even know how much your disappointment in that affects me.” He pulled her to him, holding her tight. “Am I forgiven?”

Tessa wrapped her arms around him, savoring his warmth and the feeling of belonging that surrounded her. Pulling her head away from his chest, she tiptoed as far as she could go then reached up to pull his head down to hers. The kiss started slow, but soon turned into him picking her up, her legs wrapping around his waist.

“We always seem to end up in this position.” He teased against her mouth. “So does this mean I’m forgiven or do I need to grovel a bit more.” He kissed his way down her neck, nipping as he went.

“I think more groveling is in order.” She tilted her head as her eyes rolled. His lips were wicked. She may be the most gullible woman alive, but this vampire Warrior was hard to resist. His mixture of a chuckle and growl vibrated along her skin sending her over the edge. Oh yeah, groveling was good.

Chapter 28

Standing in a crowded club was the last thing Adam wanted to be doing. Clicking his phone closed, he sighed. Tessa was going to be pissed that he told Jared where she was. He hated to invade her mind, but if she was going to pull dumb stuff like running off without telling anyone where she was going she deserved it.

“Everything okay?” Steve yelled over the crowd, stepping out of the way of passing waitresses.

“Yeah.” Suddenly Adam’s senses were on alert. She was here, his Angel was here. His eyes focused on the crowd, scanning back and forth. Their eyes met. He watched as she moved away from the group of people she was with, making her way toward him. When she stopped in front of him he couldn’t help the happy grin that played across his lips. “Angel.”

“Never call me that again.” Her words penetrated his love fogged brain as did the hand that smacked the happy grin right off his face. “I at least deserved a phone call….you bastard!” She hissed before tears welled up in her eyes. Turning away, she stomped to the women’s restroom, head held high.

When the door closed behind her, Adam looked at Steve who wore a pained expression on his face, as if he’d been smacked. “Damn man.” Steve winced. “Little thing packs a punch.”

Adam rubbed his face feeling a touch of pride that she about put him on his ass. “Yeah, she does.”

“Guess you deserved that?” Steve glanced around at the crowd staring at them.

“I definitely deserved that and more.” Adam turned to stalk away. He needed a minute to regroup. He didn’t know what he had expected when he saw her again, getting slapped sure wasn’t it. She was right. He should have talked to her instead of disappearing from her life for a week. He had thought he was doing her a favor. Finding a corner, he propped himself against a banister over the dance floor his eyes going straight to the bathroom she had disappeared into.

Finally, after what seemed like an hour, she walked out followed by a girl he had never seen. Two guys met them and they returned to where he had first spotted her. The taller of the two guys handed her a drink before laying his arm across her shoulders.

A low growl rumbled from his lips sending the few people close to him scurrying away, but he didn’t care. The only thing he had ever really cared about stood across the crowded room with some douchebag he wanted to smash.

“Here.” Steve shoved a beer at him.

“Don’t drink.” Adam didn’t even look his way. “How in the hell did you get a beer anyway. You’re not twenty-one.”

“Ah..fake ID…duh.” Steve frowned. “Come on. If anyone needs a drink in here it’s you.” He persisted pushing the beer at him.

“I don’t want the f*cking beer Steve.” Adam looked back to the crowd finding her instantly. She and douchebag had moved out to the dance floor, slowly moving together, and way too close for his liking. He also didn’t like where the *s hands had made camp and by the way Angelina kept trying to move them she didn’t either.

“Ah, dude...” Steve looked at Adam’s golden eye swirling to black. “Are we going to have a problem?”

“Probably.” He answered Steve’s question while leaping over the railing onto the dance floor. Adam didn’t remember his walk across the dance floor, didn’t remember people jumping out of his way and definitely didn’t remember Steve calling after him trying to talk him out of killing someone. No, all he was focused on was his Angel in the arms of another guy and yeah, he didn’t f*cking like it even if it was his own damn fault she was with someone else.

Angelina spotted him first. “Go away.” She turned her head into the guy’s chest, which really pissed Adam off.

“You heard her *, get lost.” The guy turned and Adam found himself staring into the eyes of a half-breed.

“Hey, he was at the fairgrounds the other night.” Steve’s eyes narrowed, looking around. Five more half-breeds circled around them.

“Is there a problem?” Dillon walked up next to Steve with Matt and Jill close behind.