Series: Werewolves of Wall Street Series by Renee Rose
Total pages in book: 19
Estimated words: 17893 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 89(@200wpm)___ 72(@250wpm)___ 60(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 17893 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 89(@200wpm)___ 72(@250wpm)___ 60(@300wpm)
“Exactly.”
I’m starting to understand why dealing with a vampire is so complicated. There’s an air of mystery, a deadly allure.
“Did you ever… let him bite you?”
“No,” she wrinkles her nose, and I make a mental note: flirting with danger is fun, but actual power exchange isn’t appealing. “Oh, we flirted for a night. He knew who I was, instantly, but he was a perfect gentleman. He gave me a prime seat and put on the floor show himself.”
“What did he do?”
“Whipped a submissive until she orgasmed. While another one gave him head.” She says it so matter-of-factly I choke on my sparkling water.
“It was hot.” She unwraps dessert–a dark chocolate brownie with macadamia nuts–and devours it in one bite.
I pass her another brownie. I had my assistant order extra. “Apparently, Brick and I are supposed to be the floor show when we go.”
She dusts crumbs off her fingers, looking sober. “I heard that. You might get away with just showing off a little. Make it a spectacle.”
“A spectacle.”
“I don’t want to know the details,” she waves a hand. “I’d be happy to dish about sexy times, but not when it involves my brother.”
“I get it.” I smile to hide a pang of longing. I could talk to Aubrey about my sex life. It was practically required. But not when vampire kings and the fate of the city are involved.
“I will say this,” Ruby says. “Vampires are all about ceremony. Pomp and circumstance. They’re so powerful and old, they’ve seen it all. They’re bored. They long for something novel.”
“Got it.” My head is spinning, solving the puzzle. “This perspective helps a lot, thank you.”
“I’m sure you’ll be fine. If things get bad, Brick will just rip Thaddeus’s head off.”
“We’re trying to avoid that,” I say dryly.
She shrugs, unbothered by the threats of violence and vampire/shifter war. Just like a wolf: behead first, ask questions later. “It’ll make the rest of the mating ceremony planning a walk in the park. Speaking of which...” She rummages in her bag for a folder, “I have the guest list for the mating ceremony–er, engagement party–in the Berkshires.”
Apparently, high families in the shifter world often hold a mating ceremony after a claiming. Catherine has been calling ours an engagement party as a nod to human tradition, but so far, nothing else about it seems to resemble a human tradition.
I review the list. It’s all high-ranking heads of shifter families, mostly from within the pack. There are a few other shifters, like Darius Medevev, a bear shifter Brick befriended.
But a few names are obviously missing.
“What about my family?”
She hesitates. “I was thinking it’d be shifters only. There are some mating ceremony traditions we have that wouldn’t make sense to humans…”
“Now who’s all about ceremony?” I hand her back the folder. “I want my family there. And a few friends.”
“But–”
“I’m human and joining the pack. The pack can learn how to deal with humans once in a while. Consider it practice for the wedding.”
“Understood, Luna,” she bows her head, a big smile on her face.
A knock on the door, and my assistant calls, “Delivery for you, Ms. Evans.”
I hop up and unlock the door. “Thank you, Emerson.”
“Your one o’clock is here.” She hands me a beautiful black box tied with a red ribbon.
“I’ll be right there.”
I turn back to where Ruby has cleaned up lunch. She eyes the box. “That looks like it’s from Brick.”
I check it over. “It doesn’t say.” I undo the ribbon, and Ruby leaps up.
“You know what? I’m going to head out. I don’t want to see what my brother sent you.”
I grin. “You sure? I can tell you what we’re planning for the floor show–”
“Nope.” She exits while covering her ears and chanting, “Lalala...”
Laughing, I turn back to the box. It does feel right to open this in private. The box is heavy and smells heavenly. Like an expensive perfume that’s crisp yet floral.
Nestled in white tissue paper is a lacy lingerie set–a bra and garter belt. Stockings. No panties.
My one o’clock is waiting, but I sneak a moment to text Brick. “Is this your way of telling me we’re practicing for our scene?”
His reply is instantaneous. He must have been waiting for my text. “Tonight. I have an executive meeting, but I’ll be home by eight. Be waiting in our bedroom. Naked except for high heels and the contents of the box.”
I clench my thighs together. My stomach swoops, like I’m on a rollercoaster and the ride has started with the long slow ascent before the sudden drop.
I text back, “Yes, sir.”
Here we go…
Brick
This day will never end.
Sully slips into my office just as I’m wrapping things up. “The vampire king sent correspondence.”
“Correspondence?”
He waves an engraved envelope. I can smell the vampire stench–cold, metallic–from here. “The date is set.”
I grind my teeth. Vampires love their games.