Francine squeezed into the tight space just behind him, a fact Zane didn’t appreciate. He was fully capable of finding some hair or fingernails without her help.
“Anything?”
Annoyance made his gut constrict and his fangs lengthen. “I’ve got it under control.” With his broad back, he blocked her from impeding his search any further.
The sink was clear of any hair, and the stained counter showed no fingernail clippings either. Zane bent down and reached for the small trash bin. His nostrils picked up the faint scent of blood. He tipped the bin over and emptied its contents onto the counter. An empty toilet paper roll tumbled onto the floor. Dental floss and the packaging of toothpaste were intermingled with tissue paper.
“Looks like he cut himself shaving,” Zane said and pulled out a tissue with a bright red blood stain. “Can you use that?”
He turned on his heels and held the stained tissue up for Francine to see.
“Perfect.” She took it.
“Let’s go,” he ordered and tried to shuffle her out of the room.
She blocked his exit, looking past his shoulder. “Are you just gonna leave the trash like that?”
Just as he’d started to dislike her less, she had to piss him off. “What am I? The maid?” he hissed and shoved her out of his way.
Nineteen
“I can’t believe you did this! Letting your dick rule! Stupid!”
Wesley was giving him shit for fucking Yvette in the bathroom. Not that the location had anything to do with it. Besides, Wes didn’t even have his facts straight—yet Haven had no intention of correcting his brother’s incorrect assumptions. Haven hadn’t even fucked Yvette, no, she had fucked him. Royally. And instead of being pissed at her for biting his dick while she was blowing him like a world champion in oral gymnastics, he was craving more. How perverted was that?
Something was so wrong with that, but his brother was the last person he’d admit it to.
“It’s none of your fucking business,” Haven growled sotto voce. “And keep your voice down. She can hear you.”
Wesley stemmed his hands at his waist and glared over Haven’s shoulder. “Oh, I want her to hear me.”
Haven cringed. After the unbelievably intense pleasure Yvette had given him only minutes earlier, the last thing he wanted to do was make her feel dirty. He’d not even had a chance to tell her how much he’d enjoyed her mouth on him. By the time the knowledge that she’d bitten him had sunk in, she’d already hightailed it out of the bathroom. He hadn’t told her that despite his demand not to bite him again, he’d secretly hoped she would. And when she had, the pleasure had been so amazing that he’d had to collect his brain cells off the bathroom floor afterwards.
Even now, he wanted nothing more than to press her against him and kiss her until she passed out from lack of oxygen. If vampires could pass out like that. Yeah, fuck, he’d gotten the best blowjob of his life from a vampire. How ironic. After chasing and killing her kind for years, karma had suddenly caught up with him. If that wasn’t poetic justice!
“Let it go, Wes. What’s between me and Yvette has nothing to do with you.”
Wes gave him a stern look. “She will be the death of you. And don’t tell me I didn’t warn you.” Then he turned away and sat down next to Kimberly, who’d watched them intently.
Haven directed his gaze toward Yvette, who leaned against the wall furthest from them, feigning interest in her fingernails. But under her lashes, she watched him. When he walked toward her, her body tensed almost unnoticeably.
A foot away from her, he stopped. “We need to talk.”
She raised her head in inquiry. “About?” Her eyelashes fluttered innocently. And there he’d thought Kimberly was the actress in the room.
“Do you need me to spell it out?” He kept his voice low, not wanting to be overheard by his brother and sister. Sister—how wonderful that word suddenly felt. He glanced back at them and took in his little sister’s appearance for a moment, before turning back to Yvette. “Or have you suddenly gone shy?”
Yvette tilted her chin up and huffed.
“Good. Then tell me something: what happened in there?”
“I don’t know what you mean. You’re gonna have to be a little bit more specific.”
With a quick sideways glance, he dropped his voice even lower. Placing one hand against the wall behind her, he moved his mouth closer to her ear. “Why suck me like that and then not let me give you the same pleasure in return?”