Sunglasses at Night (Claws Clause 3)

An hour before sunrise, there was a knock at the door.

Wearing a goofy grin, she bounded toward the door, tilting her head coyly when she pulled it inward and discovered a sexy Nightwalker holding onto the doorjamb with one hand.

“Can I come in?”

“Do you even need to ask?”

His handsome, pale face creasing with his grin, Adam shook his head before kicking the door shut behind them.

His phone was ringing.

Adam recognized the ringtone. Actually, the fact that it was ringing tipped him off; Tabby’s phone was forever set to vibrate. Still, ever since his turning, it was rare that his phone went off. He’d cut ties with his old life, deleting his contacts, even going so far as to ignore any phone calls until his former friends got the hint and left him alone.

Well, except for Eva. She never gave up on him. She and Colt habitually checked up on him, and now that he finally agreed to work for Colt, nine times out of ten, the texts coming through on his phone were from Colt. He kept in touch with Lou because he was a good guy and a better cop. And, of course, there was Hudson—though Adam was usually the one making that call when he needed to re-up his blood bag supply.

Which wasn’t so necessary with his slayer feeding him.

Ever since starting this… whatever you want to call it… thing? This thing with Tabby, sometimes she would call him up, but since he was snuggling close to her in her bed when the phone went off, he knew it couldn't be Tab.

With his cock already hard, nestled between her ass cheeks as he spooned behind her, Adam decided he didn’t really give a shit who was calling. It was dark out, so it wasn’t like they were calling while Adam was unavailable, but since he hoped to have a nice, satisfying fuck with his slayer before they went out hunting together, he figured he was still unavailable so long as there were condoms left in his box.

Until the ring died, then immediately started up again.

Tabby swiveled in his hold, tilting her head so that he could see that she was up.

So was he.

He started to thrust gently, moaning when she pushed her ass against him. It felt amazing and he was just wondering if he could snag the box from her nightstand without losing this position when Tabby moved away from him.

“Hey. I wasn’t done with that ass.”

Looking over her shoulder, she said, “Sorry. Gotta pee. Might as well answer the phone while I’m gone.”

Or silence it, he decided as he watched her delicious behind saunter away from him.

With an apology to his aching cock for its having to wait, he reached for his jeans, grabbing the phone from its pocket. After dropping the jeans back to the floor, he was just about to decline the call with a swipe of his claw when he saw the number and recognized it immediately.

“Hey, Eva. How are you?”

“About to fucking hunt you down and rip your guts out, that’s how I am.”

“Wolfe?” No way that male growl with the fierce threat could be anyone else. Especially since the number belonged to the house in Wolf’s Creek. “Are you insane? Don’t call me on my phone and threaten to kill me.”

“Not yet, but I might be. And that’s not a threat to kill you. You’re a corpse, Wright, so a little disemboweling will only be an inconvenience. Now, if I tell you I’m gonna rip your head off so you learn to keep your mouth shut… that’s a threat to kill you.”

“Wolfe. I don’t have to listen to this shit. I’m hanging up now.”

“What? You gonna call Priscilla again instead?”

A cold chill ran down his spine. “Excuse me?”

“The witch, damn it. She found out about my Angie and our pup. She’s declared war on my pack. She wants my pup and it’s all your fucking fault!”

Adam sat up, running his claws through his sleep-tousled hair. His heart started to pound, the blood in his erection pumping to the rest of his body as the hard-on deflated. He couldn’t keep it up when all he could think about was the accident that nearly killed Eva.

The first time Priscilla Winters went after her, she caused the truck Eva was riding in to careen off the side of the mountain.

The second time, she trap