SUIT and FANGS (13 page)

Explain what?
Explain how my skin crawled at the mere thought of having any other guy but Luka take my body? Unlike him, sharing my body didn’t come as easily.

Feeling Luka’s eyes bore through me, I hastily looked for some kind of diversion and spotted one not far off. “Excuse me,” I called out to the female attendant a few feet away. She was dressed as a pirate and held a sheaf of programs in her hand for distribution.

“I’d like a copy please.”

She handed me one and curtsied after before turning to Luka, a come-hither smile appearing on her lips. “Prince Luka?”

Luka smiled back. “I would appreciate one as well, thank you.”  

Watching the woman deliberately brush her breasts against Luka’s sleeves as she handed him a copy, I could feel something inside me growing dark and strong, sharpening like a venom-coated needle.

I was on my knees on the cold hard ground, and all eyes were on me, their smirks adding to my humiliation. But I didn’t care. All I wanted was to speak to him.
 

“Luka, please. I’m begging you.”

“Caylie?”

I almost jumped. The vision disappeared, but it left my blood cold.

Luka’s eyes narrowed behind his glasses. Even though this was a Caro event, select reporters from the human press had to be invited and pretensions needed to be upheld. “Are you all right?” he asked sharply.

I summoned a smile. “I will be if you get me some cotton candy.”

Luka’s gaze studied me intently for one long moment, but I did my best not to fidget and let him know how close I had been to losing control. Finally, he nodded. “Whatever you wish,” he murmured.

Oh God of Caros, if only that were true.

A spark gun went off as he turned away, signaling the start of the race. Guests crowded the deck, lining against the rails to cheer on the contenders. Bets started at ten thousand dollars, and I automatically bid for Prince Riyu Delicazzi’s representative in the race.

“Abandoned by Luka again, Caylie?”

It was Corteza Villarreal, and she stood blocking my way before I could even think of an excuse to avoid her company.

Suppressing a sigh, I said politely enough, “Hello, Corteza. It’s nice seeing you again.” Plain old-fashioned courtesy, even in front your worst enemy, was impossible to kill when you acquired it under Luka Georgiades’ training.

We exchanged curtseys as was customary in formal Caro occasions such as these. We also did our best to see who could curtsy the lowest and longest, as was customary for rivals like the two of us. Corteza had never forgiven me for
not
pandering to her, and I had never forgiven her for telling me about that one night she had spent in Luka’s bed almost a year ago.

The knowledge had been wounding, the pain nearly annihilating. I still couldn’t believe that Luka could prefer her company to mine.

Corteza straightened first.

I took my time getting to my feet, emphasizing my victory without words. When our eyes met once more, her lips formed a thin straight line while I had a viciously sweet smile on mine.

Corteza took the first shot. “Poor Luka. He has to be stuck with you once more without a choice.”

I nodded understandingly. “He is in rather poor condition. He’s been wanting to fuck me since he became my rehabilitator, but I just can’t be like you, tossing your skirts up for anything with a penis.” I spoke with relish, knowing that the more graphic I was, the more she’d be insulted.

Corteza looked like she had been slapped. “Foul-mouthed whore,” she spat under her breath.

I smiled angelically. “But at least I’m not aging like some people here.”

Corteza actually let a little growl after that, her breasts nearly popping out of the deep-V neckline of her strapless navy jumpsuit. “I’m not the one who begged for him to come back,” she snapped.

“But he did and he wants me now, not you.” Her words hurt, but I would rather die than let her know it.

Corteza’s eyes suddenly widened. I followed her gaze and saw Luka stopping midway towards us. I waved him over, knowing how courtesy prevented him from joining us without an invitation.

His eyes were hooded, but his lips had formed a charming smile when he reached us. “Corteza,” he murmured as he took her hand for a brief kiss.

“Luka.” Corteza’s voice was seduction in itself, her eyes blazing with lust as she lowered herself into another curtsy, thrusting her breasts forward as she did.

I had always disliked Corteza. She was the kind of woman who treated lower-ranking Caros like nothing, but right now I hated her. I hated the way she looked at Luka like he was a piece of meat she could devour, hated the way her eyes beckoned for him to look at her, to remember that they had once enjoyed each other’s bodies.

I hated her.

“I’ve missed you, darling.” She reached up to trace his cheek with her ruby-colored nails.

My vision turned black.

And then I was being kissed, snatched away from the strange oblivion that only my most terrible memories could produce. My eyes flew open.

It was Luka. Of course it was Luka but I had to see for myself even though the taste was heartbreakingly familiar.

Behind him, I heard Corteza flounce off, ignored to the point of being snubbed with Luka abandoning her so publicly just to kiss me.

Luka’s tongue stroked boldly in, and I couldn’t stop myself from gasping in reaction, my insides twisting at the blood-curdling heat it produced. When he pulled away, I asked quietly, shakily, “Why?”

There was no answering smile on Luka’s face. “Because your eyes turned black.”

Shit.

Shit, shit, shit.

Oh God of Caros, please let him not know the truth. Please let not my fears be the truth.

Making myself pout, I reached out to touch his cheek…before slowly rubbing the skin, as if erasing the invisible marks that Corteza’s fingers had left on his skin. “What can I say?” I asked lightly. ‘I was
that
jealous.”

He raised a brow, again his polite way of expressing disbelief.

I let out a throaty chuckle. “Oh, come on, Luka. Of course, I’d be jealous once in a while. You know I’m not the type to share. And right now, I definitely don’t want to share my most precious bauble.”

He caught my hand before I could pat his cheek again and brought it to his lips this time. I shivered at the way his lips lingered on my knuckles. “
Luka
.” I could feel my cheeks heating up when he still didn’t let go. “People are beginning to look at us.”

“So let them look,” Luka murmured. “This is
not
a Brethren violation.”

I tried to discreetly pull my hand away from his hold, but it only made his grip on me tightened. I gasped when the tip of his tongue came out to lick my skin. “Luka!”

“Princess Emilia Moretti.”

The clear and well-modulated voice of the party’s host was like a sword that cut the invisible lines holding us together, with Luka and I breaking immediately apart.

So she had come,
exactly as I feared.

I bowed my head, knowing that there was nothing I could do to stop my fangs from coming out at the realization.

Emilia Moretti

13 Months Ago

He was the most self-contained guy she had ever seen, like Lysander – her sister’s best friend. But he was also different – like he was forever walking on a tight rope whereas with Lysander, there was no need to guess what he felt. These days, he was forever in despair and only in Estrella’s company did he find reason to smile.

Emilia stayed silent in her seat, listening and observing. She had always been like that her whole life, but with him…with him she wanted to move, to speak out, to do something – anything so he would know she was alive.

He talked and didn’t talk a lot. It depended on how you looked at it. He was a charmer for sure, but he also kept his cards incredibly close. No one would ever guess what he was thinking, his gentle violet eyes and polite smile as much a shield as his aloof pose.

Her older brother leaned close. “You’re drooling.” Alejandro snickered.

Without batting an eyelash, she stepped on his toe under the table.

Alejandro choked in pain.

He turned to her, and it was Emilia’s turn to choke.

“Is there anything wrong?” His voice was beautiful, cultured, and gentle. Nothing at all like her war freak brothers and their overly aggressive Lyccan instincts, Emilia thought. Nothing at all like those bastards that tried to hurt her sister.

She smiled shyly. “N-none.” She paused. “Well, there is one thing.”

“What is it?” He sounded like he would give her the moon now if he could.

Her heart blossomed. “I want to help,” she slowly revealed and waited, fearing he would react the same way her family had reacted. Only Misty had understood but in the end, even Misty had to bow down to majority.

“Help in what way?”

The innocence in her voice disappeared without Emilia knowing it as she said, “I want to kill those who are trying to hurt us.”

To her shock and burgeoning pleasure, his eyes glittered in understanding. “Then you shall help us.” Her family around them erupted in protest at his words but he paid them no heed and so she ignored them as well.

“I’ll teach you everything you want to know, Emilia.”

“You mean it?” She still couldn’t believe he would trust her in the way no one but Misty in the Moretti pack did. Everyone thought she was still so young, and Emilia wished she could one day make them understand that no one could stay young if you found yourself surrounded by war and death for so long.

“Yes, I do.” A faraway look entered his gaze, and a faint smile played on his lips. “You remind me of someone.”

Her own smile dimmed because she understood what he wasn’t saying. With a burst of bravado, she told him, “Soon I’ll remind you of me, Emilia Moretti.” And maybe someday, I’ll be the one to make you smile like that.

Present Time

“Aren’t you going to say hi to her?” I asked thinly as I followed the rather large entourage trailing after one of the sought-after Moretti princesses. She was accompanied by a battalion of Lyccan guards, half of them bearing official Council colors while the other half bore the colors of the Moretti pack. She was petite, dark-haired and exotic looking, a perfect foil for Luka’s angelic blond looks.

I hated her, too, mostly because she could give Luka something I could never give. Emilia Moretti could be his key to his ambition, while I would always remain a brick around his neck for so many reasons.

“Perhaps,” Luka answered in a noncommittal voice that nevertheless had me gritting my teeth. Was it because he would rather rendezvous with the princess than meet with her in plain sight? Did they already have a secret to hide?

“She’s lovely,” I heard myself say flatly, feeling all the while like a complete sham.

Luka tipped my chin up, his eyes curious. “Are you by any means
jealous
?” He saw the answer in my eyes before I could hide it. Luka started to smile.

Asshole.

“Caylie.” The smile was in his voice now, too.

Oh God of Caros, he was such an asshole.

“Stop cursing at me.”

“I’m not,” I said loftily.

He answered with a knowing look.

Impulsively deciding to take the bull by the horns, I asked baldly, “Are you courting her?” Courtship was required among our kind, and it was an especially long, formal, and complicated dance for Caros who wanted to date outside our kind.

“No.”

I didn’t believe him at all. “Is it classified Brethren information and that’s why you’re lying?” I drawled out. “Then maybe I should rephrase the question. Are you courting someone?”

Luka missed a beat before answering, “No.”

I gazed at him in frustration. One part of me was triumphant. I had caught him lying. The other part of me was hysterical, but that part of me I’d rather not know more about.

“You don’t have to lie about…
it
.” I turned back to look at where the princess was conversing with Brethren officials, including Riyu Delicazzi himself, whom everyone knew was Luka’s running mate in the next elections. That one, though, was gunning for the highest seat.

“You can trust me, you know. I won’t tell me anyone about your---” I almost said ’agenda’ but quickly replaced it, “---plans.” But Luka was already gazing at me quizzically, and I knew he had caught the telltale pause and was already dissecting the possible reasons for it.

To cover it up, I offered lightly, “I could help you court her, you know.”

“Does she like you?”

“She doesn’t even care I exist.” It was the first time I heard Luka speak so cynically.

I was properly furious on his behalf. “Then she’s an idiot! How could she not love someone like you?”

Luka burst into unexpected laughter. “How could she not? I hope you remember thinking and saying that, Caylie.”

And here I was, suddenly hoping I could forget
everything.
“I think I’m ready for some cotton candy,” I said with false gaiety and reached out for the bags of cotton candies that Luka still held in his hand. “What are their flavors?”

“Raspberries for you, peaches for me.” He handed me the raspberry flavored one.

I dug in and tore a strip. It was delicious, as perfectly bittersweet as what I had with Luka now. I wished he had been up front with me from the very start. I wished he had never made me believe I could be his friend when…I never was.

The thought nearly had me undone, and I quickly sought another distraction, this time for myself. I tore another strip and brought it close to Luka’s lips. “Taste it.”

Luka hesitated.

My blood turned even colder. He had bared my breasts naked in front of my school, had marked me amidst hundreds of Caros, and now when we stood in one of the more secluded areas of the yacht, with most everyone’s backs on us as they followed the race – now he was hesitating?

Damn you, Luka, and damn the Moretti princess, too.

I pouted at Luka. “Come on, Luka. Don’t be so stuf---” I bit back a gasp when Luka suddenly took the strip of cotton candy into his mouth, along with my finger. He sucked at it for a nanosecond before straightening away.

His violet eyes glittered, but this time I knew it was all for me.

My blood sang, my body ached, and oh how my pulse throbbed for his bite. But when I gazed at him under my lashes, I spoke in the haughtiest tone I could manage. “That was…
icky
.”

Luka laughed, easily seeing through my façade of indifference. “It was…
nothing.
”

I gritted my teeth. Trust Luka never to let me have the last word. Mortally offended at the way he dismissed what was still sending tingles of pleasure all over my body, I snapped, “If it was any other guy they’d think they had hit the jackpot, you know.”

Luka’s lips suddenly curved. “Would it please you to think that I feel like I’ve hit the jackpot?”

I blinked, not knowing what to say, never expecting he’d ask me something like that.

But Luka wasn’t giving me time to answer anyway, not when he had carefully torn a strip from his orange-flavored cotton candy and lifted it to my mouth, his gaze mocking and challenging.

I took it after a moment’s hesitation, careful this time not to have any contact whatsoever between my mouth and anything that
wasn’t
orange-flavored cotton candy.

Luka laughed, but I pretended I didn’t hear it.

In time, I eventually forgot that we were in a crowd, that Emilia Moretti was somewhere in the background, and that I still hated the guy next to me. Just for tonight, I wanted to pretend we were back to how it was between us in the past.

Luka’s arm slipped around my waist and I leaned against him. All around us, eyes turned red with envy as women gazed at the picture we made. I didn’t give a fuck. They could hunger for Luka Georgiades as much as they wanted, but for tonight…he was mine.

Riyu joined us just after fireworks exploded in the sky, signaling the end of the race. He was almost as tall as Luka, dark-haired with blue-gray eyes. He carried himself always as if he would walk the path of life alone, unencumbered by bonds beyond those of allegiance, duty, and loyalty forged in battle.

I pulled away from Luka out of courtesy, curtsying to Riyu, which he acknowledged with a barely perceptible nod. Even among us Caros, Riyu’s arrogance was in a whole new level, but it was also acceptable, given that legends said our race’s ultimate destiny hinged on his shoulders.

“Stefan won,” Riyu murmured as the crowd erupted into cheers. He pointed to the sky, and we saw the Mancetti’s coat of arms being skywritten by Caro jet pilots.

“That’s going to get him a lot of girls tonight,” I murmured. The entire Caro society knew how much a man-whore the Mancetti prince was. He was the third man making up the triangle of power that Riyu and Luka had formed years ago, all of them with their own skills and scars, all of them made orphan by vampire murders.

Something flashed in Luka’s eyes. “Including you perhaps?”

That was impossible, but he didn’t have to know that. Curving my lips into a mysterious smile, I said, “It all depends on who’s the better kisser.”

Riyu shook his head. “Girls.”

But Luka didn’t spare his friend a glance, even when Riyu walked away. “If you dare---”

My heart thrilled at the ominous threat in his voice, knowing that he meant me no harm and it was his jealously possessive side talking – the side that had always been obsessed with my body. “It won’t be a problem as long as you satisfy me.”

Luka captured my wrist. In one discreet tug, like a sleight of hand that was too devious even for Caro eyes, he had me stumbling against him. Luka easily held me before I fell completely. As he did, his breath tickled my ear when he said, “Do you really think I’ll have a problem satisfying you?”