Changing Beauty (The Deadly Beauties Live On 2)

It’s all so much better now—his touch, his scent, even the sight of him is better. I can’t wait until we’re alone and he can make good on his word to—

“Shit,” Dad says, snapping me out of my inappropriate and ill-timed thoughts.

A crazy, lethal Gemini wants me dead, and my head goes to getting Thad’s fangs in me. And getting mine in him.

Stop, Roslyn!

Dad is typing something into his phone, turning his back on me for a moment. I crane my head so I can see up at Thad.

“So you’re a gatekeeper?” I ask him, and he nods in response, seeming more interested in running his hands over my body rather than answering verbally. “Does that mean you can open gates anywhere you want to any plane?”

His hand slides up my side, and his fingertips graze the side of my breast. Why do I always freaking shiver? It’s not like I’ve never been touched before.

“Depends on the gate. Some gates can be opened anywhere. Some have specific locations where the gate has to be opened. Depends on what plane you’re seeking. And some planes can only be reached through a gate. It’s really impressive to be as rare as me. You’re a lucky girl to be with such a rare fey,” he jokes, winking as the heat rises to my cheeks.

He makes me a little crazy, but I think I love it.

“Damn,” Dad says under his breath, completely oblivious to everyone around him.

Ella and Chaz are whispering in the corner, and he looks pissed. Zee and Gage look like they’re plotting murder, which is a little scary; so are they. Dice is on his phone, calling someone—hopefully Karma—a sex kitten and asking her how wet she is for him.

Ew. Does he not know what privacy is for?

“What’s wrong?” I ask Dad as he puts his phone away finally.

“I have to get back to my pack. Blood-starved night stalkers have been found running savage in the woods behind town. A few townies have been attacked.” He stares at me a minute longer before adding, “If you’re staying here, I need to tell you something. In private.”

Before I can answer, Gage appears, his eyes trained on Dad. “I need your help with something. We need to go now, though.”

Dad curses, but he nods toward Gage before grabbing my phone. He punches something in, and then hands it back to me.

“My number is in there. Call me so I have yours. I’ll call you the se

cond I’m free.”

He pulls me close in a hug before whispering, “Don’t say a word about…”

The last part is whispered so low that I can’t hear it, and Gage is dematerializing them from the room before I can ask what it was.

Thad’s arms slip back around me, and he moves my neck to the side.

“What’s on your mind, sweet girl?” Thad asks in a whisper, running his tongue across my neck in a way that has my inner wolf begging to come out and play.

I turn in his arms as a vixen’s grin tugs at my lips. “I was thinking about that blood play you offered.”

The hunger heats in his eyes as they flash to changer yellow, and I feel my eyes shift in response.

“Much better than sweet,” he murmurs seconds before his lips crash down on mine and he lifts me up.

My legs wrap around his waist, and suddenly we’re materializing inside the bedroom we were in earlier. His tongue teases and toys with mine, and my body continues to heat, growing hotter by the second.

Without any effort, we’re suddenly naked—feeling skin on skin. It feels so much better now. Thad breaks apart from the kiss, looking down before grinning.

He waggles his eyebrows while telling me, “Fucking love having a witch.”

A tinge of jealousy spikes, because now I’m wondering how many witches he’s been with, but he’s kissing me again suddenly, destroying any part of my mind that wants to sabotage this with pointless questions.

He growls low in his throat before shoving me against the wall, cracking it behind me, and my legs clamp down harder on his waist. The kiss becomes carnal, and I smile to myself.