Free Dead Man Running: Book Two - Supernatural Bounty Hunter Romance Novellas by E A Price

sourly.  No way did she want that .  Both she and Marcus had spent years building up that business; a million dollar loss wouldn’t be easy to recover.  She just wasn’t sure about running around trying to solve a murder.  Chasing people was one thing; solving crime was a whole other ballpark.
    “No,” she admitted reluctantly.  “I don’t want that.”
    “Then it’s settled!”
    “Aren’t you concerned about people seeing us together?” she asked him, archly.  “I am your dirty little secret after all.”
    Viktor let his fangs drop, and he licked his tongue over the razor sharp points suggestively.  “My darling, you can be very dirty with me, but in this instance we should be okay.  Although maybe we shouldn’t touch each other in public.”
    “Says the vamp who just openly groped me in every single bar and hotel we’ve visited.”  Alma clambered off his lap into the passenger seat, he almost whined at the loss of her warm flesh against his.  “It’ll be sunrise soon; we should get going.”
    Viktor grumbled as they set off.  Alma stared out of the tinted windows, arms folded.  She blinked when they arrived at his house.
    “Aren’t you taking me home?”
    Viktor groaned.  “I’m sorry; I wasn’t thinking.  I can…”
    Alma beamed at him.  “No, no, no, let’s not be too hasty.  I’ve never spent the night at your place before…”
    “And tonight will be no exception,” snapped Viktor, rapidly pulling away and zooming toward Alma’s apartment.
    Alma sulked and threw him disagreeable looks the whole journey.  On arriving, she bounded out of the car and slammed the door shut, making the frame shake ferociously.  She stomped up to her apartment without a backward glance.
    Unlocking the door it was to find Viktor already hovering.  Damn, speedy vampire .  Alma swept past him haughtily.
    Viktor squared his shoulders defiantly.  “My darling, I’m not going to apologize for keeping you safe.  I’m sorry, but that’s just the way I am.”
    She groaned and muttered the word ‘idiot.’  She marched into the bedroom and slipped out of her dress. 
    Viktor followed, with a puppy dog look on his face.  He almost panted as she uncovered her lithe, sumptuous body.  He clenched his jaw as his hard manhood strained against his pants.
    “It won’t be like this forever…”
    “It just feels like it,” she groused.
    Alma disappeared into the bathroom, wiping away her make-up and brushing her teeth.  Viktor slumped on the edge of her bed, leaning his elbows on his knees.
    “I don’t think I’ve ever said it, but thank you.”
    Alma leaned on the door jam, wearing an oversized t-shirt.  “For what?”
    Viktor leapt toward her and kneeled in front of her.  “For putting up with me, for being patient with me and for loving me.  These last four years have been… hard, I won’t deny that, but they were nothing compared to the hundreds of years I spent before them, waiting to meet you.  I love you Alma Beulah Flores, and I thank the stars every day that you came into my life.”
    Alma rubbed her lips together and blinked back tears.  She gave herself a mental slap, and told herself to stop being so soppy.   “I really regret telling you my middle name.”
    He chuckled and ran his hands up and down her smooth legs.  “And thank you, for agreeing to help me with Julian.  That was a good idea, about the trap I mean.”
    She preened and wiggled her hips saucily.  “Thanks, I got the idea from Detective Leeman.  He really is such a clever young man.” 
    She sniggered as Viktor growled and swiftly lifted her up and threw her on the bed.  Infuriating witch.
    Alma licked her lips expectantly as Viktor stripped, exposing his hard, muscled body.  “My darling, when I’m finished with you, you will barely even remember your own name, never mind the name of that mangy lion.”
    “Promises, promises, vampy.”
     

Chapter Twelve
     
    Alma and Viktor spent the next day