Free Night Series Collection: Books 1 and 2 by RS Black

So un-demon like.
    “It’s fine.” I hugged my arm to my chest, not wanting to be touched and have Lust stir to life. I wanted to think, not rut like some wild animal.
    “Here.” He grabbed the hem of his shirt and yanked, tearing a long strip out of the bottom and handed me the cloth. “At least tie that around it.”
    I grabbed it, neon green stenciling of Ozzy standing out in bold relief as I wrapped it around my arm in a tight pressure hold. “Thanks,” I said between clenched teeth, sucking in a breath against the sharp pain. “Where’s Luc?”
    Kemen hooked a thumb over his shoulder. “Last I saw him he was walking the perimeter with a piece of tail on his arm.”
    Stupid vamp must have cut a vein, because within seconds the swath was soaked clear through and blood was seeping down my arm. In another five minutes, the vein would mend so that the bleeding stopped, but I couldn’t walk around looking like some axe murderers latest victim.
    “I don’t care if he’s got his little friend hanging out, you tell him to come here or I’ll snap it off,” I said, walking toward the gears where I kept a first aid kit stashed.
    He grabbed my shoulder and turned me to face him. “Pandora, what’s wrong?”
    “Nothing.” I shook my head.
    He cocked his brow. “This is not, nothing.” There was genuine concern in his voice.
    I dabbed at the blood with a cotton swab soaked in a saline cleaning solution, the seepage was already beginning to slow. It touched me to hear him worry. I was a big girl and this really was nothing, but it was still nice to be fretted over. Made a girl feel special.
    I pressed my hand to his chest and very gently said, “I really need to speak with Luc.”
    A muscle in his jaw ticked, I could tell he wanted to say more, but finally his shoulders slumped and he gave a swift nod, then vanished.
    I hung up a sign on the fence: Ferris ride down for repairs , so I wouldn’t be bothered and finished cleaning up.
    I removed the bandage, noticing that the blood was now clotting and grabbed gauze dressing and then reached for the tape. All I had was two almost empty spools of green and pink tape with smiley faces on them.
    “Ugh, you’ve got to be kidding me,” I groaned, remembering the inordinate amount of pleasure Luc had taken when he’d bought it for me over a year ago. Each and every awful method of torture ran through my head and I vowed to take revenge as I taped it on.
    I smelled the faint odor of sulfur. I turned. Luc’s zipper was undone; his shirt half open, clearly Kemen had taken my words at face value. I smiled; I do so love that lazy sloth.
    His eyes were huge with worry until they settled over the bandage on my arm and his lips quirked.
    I narrowed my eyes. “You laugh and I’ll cut your tongue out.”
    He licked his lips in a lazy, half taunting way—calling my bluff. “So what was so urgent that you made Kemen haul my ass out the tent with threat of pain to my...”
    “I followed a pack of vamps tonight...”
    He went from sexual teasing to ferocious predator between the span of a breath. “You what?” he asked, voice nearly a scream. “Alone!”
    “Down kitty, you’re frothing at the mouth.”
    Luc grabbed my shoulders, shaking me forcefully. “What were you thinking?” He didn’t give me time to answer. “You weren’t, that’s what.”
    I flicked his hands off me. “Spare me your lectures, Luc, we have bigger fish to fry. The vamps killed a girl.”
    He finally seemed to be hearing me, his agitated jerky movements stopped and his lips thinned. “How many?” He’d gone frost bitten. Face shuttered and breathing those slow, deep breaths that meant he was on the verge of turning homicidal.
    I licked my lips. If he hadn’t liked what I’d said, then he was really not gonna like this. “There were four.”
    He narrowed his eyes, planted his hand on the fence over my shoulder, leaned in and sniffed me, his nose running along my hair. I really hated that