Free Bozena and Sveta (Neuripra) by Poppet Page B

threat.
    “Do you think they heard us?” he whispers, using the range below human and vampyre hearing.
    Making him wait for my answer, I track the room, searching and examining everywhere before daring to relax.
    Whoever was here is definitely gone now.
    “ I need to get to Zena. If she goes outside, or they are inside... fuck! It doesn't matter Zauran, they'll find out sooner or later.” I reach over and thump his shoulder with my fist, harder than I intended, “Thanks for letting me use Pravus, and I'll see you Saturday for a can of whoop ass.”
    I don't wait for an answer, urgency riding me like a chariot of megawatts. Bolting down the passage, I shoot into the club, doing instinctive tactical recon before slowing to a mellowed saunter, melting deeper into the hub.
    She's there at the bar with her old boyfriend Darise, and her old lover Jowendrhan. How fucking cozy. I bet those depraved boys are into gang bangs when the mood suits them.
    Circling the floor, I check my guards are at their posts, each of them giving me an imperceptible nod that they've kept all eyes on the target and nothing happenstance has occurred.
    I nod back, ready to engage in the game and scare the beastie boys off my chick.
    When will you get the message? She's mine motherfuckers!
    The cowards spot me and vacate her side, scattering like the irritating fleas they are. Blood sucking scum.
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    Božena:
     
    A man who is obviously too handsome for his own good smiles at me. His eyes are mischievous, as if he's harboring wicked thoughts and is tempted to subject me to them.
    I hold his dark gaze for a moment too long, and then pin my focus back on the crowd of music surfers riding the swells on the dance floor.
    While my stomach roils with passionate interest, I bide my time before flicking my gaze back his way.
    He's still watching me.
    Snatching my attention back to the bottles behind the bar, tension and excitement wrestle inside me. I wish he'd look somewhere else so I can take my time studying him.
    Feigning fascination with my wine, I tilt the glass this way, then that, lifting the delicate goblet up and inhaling the bouquet. I wish I was a connoisseur who can detect hints of citrus, chocolate and vanilla, who could note the Sangiovese grapes are speciality chianti, and I wish I could know that they survived a late frost and had the hottest summer which brought out the crisp sweetness of the varietal.
    But I don't know any of that shit and I'm done pretending I know what I'm doing, because all I want to do is look back at that big bad boy who is holding the wall up.
    Sneaking a glance his way, my heart heaves dramatically at his incredible stature. He's watching the dancers and lovers performing the mating ritual on the smokey focus point of the room.
    His silhouette is smooth, strong, defiant... sssssexy.
    La-fabulicious-freaq, he's singeing hot.
    My focus is riveted to him. It's delicious visually tracing the strong muscles of his neck to his shoulders. He's wearing a leather waistcoat and jeans, his jacket clutched in a fist, hanging by his hand to tickle the top of his boot.
    Dim shadows force the vein on his shoulder to stand out as it curls into his substantial bicep, and the forearm he has suspended is rippling with more veins and ample strength. Everything about him is sexy, capable, able, rough, cashmere, a contradiction of gentle and hard, smooth and rugged, wild and restrained.
    The stubble gives him that reckless ruffian appeal, the straight nose, the moody eyebrows, the stubborn chin, the 'don't fuck with me' hairstyle that bristles as much as his 'strip me and hurt me' vibe, everything he is makes me crave touch.
    What's it like feeling the smooth heat of that arm, tracing the supernatural muscles bunched in his arms and chest, teasing anyone with a pulse and hormones to lick their way down the divots and planes of that skin, to unbutton the leather shielding his body and taste all the way down to that silver buckle on his