Free Worthless: New adult paranormal romance (Age of Blood Book 2) by May Sage Page A

we need more for this.”
    So, the prospect was grim; but they didn’t look desperate – they seemed resigned.
    Then, it hit her.
    “What you aren’t saying out loud is that you are going to have to reach out to the White clan. Fay’s family.”
    “You’re my only family,” she fired back immediately.
    Great. Now the tears were back. Cece somehow managed to detach herself from Michael’s comforting frame and open her arms wide to engulf her cousin against her, letting go of every shred of resentment and irrational anger.
    Fay was right. They were each other’s family. That had been the problem, really: Cece’s parents had delivered her right to Vincent’s door, so she’d refused to open herself to anymore hurt from her blood.
    She was done being a coward, now. And that also meant something else. Something she was not going to think about, because that way, Michael wouldn’t know what hit him.
     

     
    He was physically and emotionally drained, spent, empty.
    Charlotte. Their crazy sister. The unreliable, adorable part of their trio. Everyone loved her, even the enemies of the Drakes – and now, she was gone.
    To top it all off, someone had thought necessary to make mash out of his brain, and they had a dozen corpses to bury, a hundred others to find; so many people had just vanished out of thin air. There was no doubt that in four years, they’d be listed as dead.
    When he pulled himself up and made his way to his bedroom, he planned on collapsing for the next week or so; then he opened his door and all of a sudden, every part of him was decidedly awake.
    He bit down his lip and drew blood, as his fangs unsurprisingly came out to play, along with every other extendable piece of his anatomy.
    “Cecilia? Mh… You’re naked.”
    He had to point it out, just in case she hadn’t noticed.
    “Quite. More pressingly, though, I can’t help but notice that you’re not.”
    Good point. Great point, in fact.
    He removed his tie, slowly, while weighing the pros and cons of what was about to happen.
    Because there was no doubt whatsoever that he was about twenty minutes away from pounding between those long legs; but he couldn’t keep himself from analyzing the course of events.
    Con: she was supposed to be a recovering addict. He scratched that one right off because over the last five days, sex had been on her mind, sure – but not sex in general. She hadn’t wanted just anyone to fuck her silly to take the edge off. She’d wanted him and here was a huge difference there .
    Also, the first reason why he’d done his damnest to ignore their chemistry was the fear that she might believe that the only thing he wanted from her was a good screw... But she knew he didn’t – if there was any doubt left, he’d show her every day until she was entirely convinced.
    Pro… well, there was that , he thought, as he looked down.
    She shifted on her side, exposing her heavy breasts and the curve of her body. He couldn’t deny his attention went right to her left nipple, at first, and for the flash of an instant, he wanted blood – in the worst possible way.
    There must have been a piercing there a while back; a little bar was dangling from the right one. However, now it was bare, and also cut in two, like someone had ripped it. He knew just what had happened to her; but seeing the result right in front of his eyes made him want to break something – preferably Vincent’s neck.
    But this wasn’t about Vincent; he banned all thought of that vile excuse for a vampire from their bed, ignoring the mutilation and letting his eyes roam over the rest of her.
    There was a shapely triangle of tangled copper hair, the exact same shade as the ones at the top of her head. He hadn’t paid attention the first time his head had been buried there.
    “I see the carpet matches the drapes,” he noted, conversional, throwing his tie on the bed, and opening his shirt.
    She smiled, crooking her finger towards him, making one tiny, teeny