Sleepless Beauties: A Rejected Mates Paranormal Romance (The Vampires Vendetta Series Book 1) by A.K. Koonce (best books under 200 pages txt) 📕

face into Prey’s soft black tee-shirt. His fingers digging into my thighs ease and his thumb brushes oddly back and forth there. I focus on that sweeping sensation against my skin. Once, twice, Three times—

And then we stop.

My lashes flutter and I pull my head up from his cotton shirt to find him staring down at me. There’s tension in his brow. A concerned sort of appearance that I’m just not comfortable receiving from someone so hot and hostile one minute, and cool and calm the next.

I’m all too aware of his body, and of mine. My fingers that are clinging to his neck lift, and I don’t know why I just slightly brush them over the bottom of his messy hair.

My heart seizes.

I have to be deadly careful of my heartbeat from here on out!

And I will be.

“Put me down,” I finally whisper.

I don’t look at him. It surprises me how gentle he is when he lowers me down his hard body and lets my heels click against the sidewalk before finally dragging his hands away. One hand grazes the open back part of my dress and a shiver races after his touch as he skims his fingers down my spine.

What the fuck is happening?

Why is my pulse sounding alarms right now?

I inhale slowly and exhale even slower.

Everything will be fine.

I count the drumming within my chest until it’s no longer something I can hear, but only something I’ll depend on dearly for the next four weeks.

Stay alive.

That’s the only goal when you’re a human walking into a den of thirsty vampires.

If I’m not careful, I could end up dead… or worse.

Something looming sends a spider crawling chill across my flesh. My attention drifts to the moon haloing the lone building just past the draping vines of the willow trees surrounding us. Through the dry leaves, the spikes of the church can be seen piercing the starless sky. The jagged metal sheathing the tips of the pointed roof top are as ornate as they are ominous.

But there’s not a single cross in sight.

But it’s still a place of religion. It was once a house of God, though now its faith is one of a different kind.

A very, very different kind.

I think back to when I snuck up to the property of Hell after Kyra’s confession that she feared someone within the council. Some vampires can walk relatively freely in the daylight, but they’re still very much creatures of the night. I had spied on the cruelest vampire: Aston. He was exactly as my sister described: Heartless to the core.

I spotted him cornering Kyra. I knew who he was by her body language during their simple interaction: from the way she repelled away from him, but he just kept going. He kept on antagonizing her. It was quiet in the bright afternoon hours as I watched through the window. And I was just as quiet while I plotted his gruesome death.

I’ll finally be able to make good on that plan.

Today I’ll walk in as Kyra, and walk out as a killer.

And knowing that no one will ever have to fear the man who took so much from Kyra ever again, that will be enough to ease my conscience.

I’m skipping too far ahead, though. I can’t think about that right now. I have to focus on… not breaking my very mortal neck in these monstrously high heels. It’s pathetic that this entire plan of theirs could crumple all because of a sprained ankle.

I lift my head high, straighten my shoulders to an impossible standard, and stride down the smooth brick sidewalk.

I only make it a few steps before I get pulled back into the brushing limbs of the tree. They sway around my hair in the cold breeze. I peer up at the dark eyes searching my face.

Vuitton’s worry isn’t a mask like Prey’s. The line between his eyebrows is deep and his apprehension in his gaze goes even deeper.

“Be careful, Kira,” he whispers as he steps away. “I’ll be watching. Keeping you safe.”

That’s sweet. He sounds a little creepy, but the situation calls for some borderline stalking, I think…

His palm slides down my arm and around my wrist, toying with my fingers before he lets go. And then he turns away.

His enormous body grows in size. It’s an impossible sight to witness beneath the white light of the moon. His shoulders widen, his neck thickens, and his entire frame morphs and grows into a beast of a man. As he runs off into the night, the sound of cloth tearing accompanies him. He carries on with a howl of animalistic excitement and human pain tinging his melodious cry to the moon.

My wide eyes watch him until the night completely absorbs him into the darkness.

“Where is he going?” I ask, trying to reclaim my lost breath.

I thought he’d accompany me the entire time. I thought I’d have his help. I thought I could depend on one fucking person at least.

“Wolves, especially members of Creature Control, do not enter our domain without an invitation.” Rival doesn’t seem concerned in the least, and the sound of his footfalls are a command that forces me to turn away from the shifter.

And Makes accept that ultimately, I’m in this alone.

Just as I have been for the past two years.

Prey walks just a step behind me, and I’ll admit he’s good at playing the part of the dutiful servant.

For once.

I pretend not to be aware of him at all as I follow Rival up the many stairs to the front of the enormous, towering cathedral. I don’t gawk at the decorative metal that lines the heavy door, or the way that dark metal can be found lining every seam of the foyer. It’s like a crown molding straight out of the dark ages.

My heels clicking rhythmically over the stone tile flooring is the only sound that can be heard. The ancient building emits a gloomy atmosphere that seems to settle right in and makes itself at