Page 10 of Protected by the Vampire

He groaned and nodded before he stood and undid his pants. He pushed them down, letting his hard cock kick up.

But before I got to have him in my mouth, there was a pounding on the door.

Soren snarled a breath that had me looking up at him and, for a brief second, I thought I saw a couple of sharp, extra-long teeth.

You’re seeing things, idiot.

Soren mumbled something about maiming someone while he bent as if he was going to pull up his pants.

When I cupped his cheek and made eye contact, I told him, “Ignore them.”

There was more banging that near rattled the place.

His jaw clenched before he leaned forward and kissed me quick and hard. “They won’t go.”

I jerked my head back. “You know who it is?”

“I have a guess.” He straightened, redoing his pants. “Wait there for me, please?”

I nodded.

After tucking myself away, I did up my jeans and shifted on the couch to watch him stalk to the door before swinging it open.

“You are not welcome,” he snapped.

Tensing, I tried to see someone outside, but Soren blocked the view.

“It was only a week ago when I was more than welcomed, my darling.”

A week ago?

I snorted at the jealousy that slapped into me.

I stood and went to make my way over as Soren said, “You know it was longer than that. I haven’t seen you in a year, Patrick. Why now?”

All right, I’d stay still to hear what the hell this was.

“Cellie told me you have a pet you’re protective over.”

A pet?

Me?

I shrugged. Hell, I liked the idea of hearing that nickname out of Soren’s lips. He could order me around however he liked while calling me “pet.”

Soren scoffed before he called, “Neil, come here.”

There were heavy footsteps before I heard, “Boss?”

“Why did you allow him up here?”

“Ah… he said you called for him.”

“And you believed him? Go see Roger, Neil,” he ordered.

“But—”

“Now,” Soren clipped. “Joseph.”